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the other side of the holiday
12/26/2006 = 09:49 AM

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Beer.

(Well, no, but both L and My Friend Who Isn't But Is Sort Of hooked me up. I got the holiday Rogue and a Belgian I've never tried, so that's pretty rockful.)

My Friend Who Isn't But Is Sort of also stole me a shot glass. He did that last year, too.

Since I myself gifted him with a very cheesy hula girl shot glass in honor of our earbirding each other all year with the song Honolulu Baby, I believe I'm going to promote the Annual Exchange of Shot Glasses to Tradition Status for Heartwarming Day.

So far, the Heartwarming Day Traditions consist of:

• Trimming a penguin
• Going to the matinée
• Eating Chinese food

and now The Annual Exchange of Shot Glasses

Golfwidowism is really starting to be my favorite religion ever.

Except for the fact that I just bullet-pointed a bunch of traditions. That's too organized for a disorganized religion.

I think I'll add a few more traditions at some point just to make sure I flout at least one every year. I can't be a proper breakaway sect without thumbing my nose at original tradition at least a little bit.

Anyway, I'm all set for this year, because we ate Japanese food instead of Chinese. Rebellion, thy name is Golf Widow.

We saw Happy Feet yesterday. Except for a bit of Fern Gully social consciousness at the end (which I could have done without, not because we don't need to be environmentally aware, but because it fucked with the flow of the story), Happy Feet is pretty much an hour and a half version of Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Penguin.

But you still need to see it, because the soundtrack is complete awesomeness.

I only received one gift from the Regift Horse. And, no, I don't look the Regift Horse in the mouth whatsoever. I say, "Thanks!" and mean it, because that's about fifteen bucks I don't have to spend when X's birthday rolls around, and she will love it.

For the coming year, I shall try, once again, to be less of a bitch and, once again, here is my annual public apology to everyone to whom I was deliberately bitchy (and to whom I didn't apologize at the time) and to everyone I offended unconsciously.

(The annual apology is never going to go away completely. I know myself far too well.)

In my own defense, 2006 was better than 2005, and I may actually have redeemed myself for 2002 by now. I'm not sure what the Statute of Limitations is for first degree bitcheny.

I truly am sorry for any time I put you in the middle of my personal dramas. I did try to deal with them internally and keep you out of it. Sometimes it just slipped a little.

And for anyone who thinks I owe them an apology because I had the gall to be offended by their actions toward me, get over yourself. I don't expect you to apologize, but I'm not sorry I stood up for myself and I'll do it again if you make me.

Meh, enough of this. I mean every word I said, but it's not in my nature to wax this narcissistic and I'm tired of myself.

I hope everyone got what they wanted and hugged the people they love and all that, even if they didn't celebrate a holiday. How's that?

Peace out.

Tags: Christmas, Happy Feet, New Year's resolutions

drinking: bookoo energy beverage fizzy-lifting drink
listening to: Rivermaya, You'll Be Safe Here
should i nap: probably not, but i might anyway