And Let's Raise A Glass To That


Oh dear, I've been away for an awfully long time, haven't I? Or perhaps you hadn't noticed. Perhaps, like my cats, who simply continued as normal with their languid eat-sleep-eat routine after I slipped from the apartment last Friday night and worried about them all the way to the airport---and then for eighteen hours on the plane, from San Francisco to Hong Kong and Hong Kong to Singapore---you hadn't even realized I'd left.

But now I'm here, on the other side of the festivities for which I'd been preparing for weeks and months: all gifts given, all presents opened, all worries assuaged. How was your Christmas? And if you don't celebrate Christmas, well, I sure hope it was a nice Tuesday for you. Personally, I always enjoy a December holiday that includes a lazy mid-afternoon swim in the outdoor pool in ninety-degree weather. Floating on your back in the clear blue chlorine on Christmas Eve might not make you want to go a-wassailing with a plate of mince pies, but it sure is novel.

So what did we do this Christmas? We ate, we drank, we participated in the traditional family sing-along on the 24th that's always helped along by copious glasses of champagne and the reassurance that only your family will never call you a dork (at least not to your face) for adding actions to each verse of the Twelve Days Of Christmas. When we were younger, my brother Tom and I used to give impromptu "concerts" on Christmas Eve; over the years, thank goodness, these have morphed into Bob Dylan and Belle and Sebastian-fueled family singalongs, during which someone (well, alright, me) usually gets carried away and floats the idea of forming a traveling family band. I can't help it if I'm the only one who knows all the words to Piazza, New York Catcher. It goes to my head.

Since then, I have been doing little more than lounging on the back porch with a stack of books, laughing often with---it's the with that's critical---the five people whose DNA denotes that they share my exact same sense of humor, and working through the entire My So Called Life oeuvre with my younger sister, whose admission that she had never seen it guaranteed that I induct her into this six-DVD rite of passage a few episodes each evening. I'm mostly outside, I'm often barefoot. I'm sleeping like someone who's on vacation.

Dec 28, 2007

You win the prize for best Christmas!

Dec 28, 2007

Howdy. I got to you...hmmm...from Georgia, who got to SuperBlondGirl from you. I got to SuperBlondGirl from Melina, and saw the link to you. Is that circuitous enough for you?

Nice site. And Singapore is nice, but a little too clean for this NYC convert. (Well, I still root for the Red Sox, so NYC hasn't totally gotten to me).

Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year.

Dec 28, 2007

Sounds like you're having a great vacation! And I'm not jealous at all...not much anyway!

Menchuvian Candidate
Dec 28, 2007

Mmmm, a barefoot Christmas... Swimming stars

Yay, for you! Enjoy your holiday:)

Dec 28, 2007

Man, I wish I could sleep like someone who is on vacation. And I am, in fact, on vacation.

(Well, I'm not at work this week, but I didn't really *go* anyplace, either. Maybe that's the key.)

Dec 28, 2007

Sounds like a lovely holiday. What I would give for an afternoon swim on Christmas; instead I settled for an afternoon trek across town in some sort of sleet/snow combo, but the company, gifts and delicious meal were well worth it.

Enjoy the sleep and the rest of your vacation!

Dec 28, 2007

That sounds lovely. I think I'll move to Singapore.

Dec 28, 2007

Man. I just recently watched the last episode of MSCL for the first time, with the friend who inducted me into said rite of passage. It was pretty rough, walking home in the cold afterwards, coming to the harsh realization that never again would I have the chance to follow Angela to new, as-yet-undiscovered levels of awkwardness, or to hear Ricky whip out further uncomfortable truths, or to find even more creative ways to tell Hallie what's-her-face to shut up. It was all over, all the DVDs watched, all the story told--except no, no it wasn't, where on earth was the rest of it?

...No, I just have something in my eye. Really.

Your holidays sound wonderful! Enjoy.

Mrs. Who
Dec 28, 2007

Sounds fabulous. We had the traditional, wonderful Xmas with family and friends. But I have to add - "My So Called Life" - I LOVED that show!! Couldn't believe it went off the air and that everyone didn't LOVE it as much as me.

Dec 29, 2007

Sounds heavenly. And yes, I've missed you -- Sean too, even. You have to do a Sean-related post when you reunite. More video of him trying to be surly, that would be fun (and annoy the shit out of him, which is always fun to do to husbands and boyfriends).

Happy holidays to the whole Burns clan.

Dec 29, 2007

Ooooooh! I'm so envious! Sounds glorious. San Francisco misses you, I'm sure.