December 24, 2007
The Post-Christmas Rush
And the rushing doesn't stop with Christmas Eve, or even Christmas Day, oh no.
Tomorrow evening, I'll be going to Billi and Brad's house for dinner and more present frenzy. Husband will be staying home with his daughters for some undiluted daddy-daughter time, and that's just as it should be. But me -- I am obligated by The Bonds of Sisterhood to go be The Only Other Sane Person At Billi's House.
The Guest List
Billi
The Girl Child
The Boy Child
The Spare (going on 36 hrs. of over-stimulation, by that time)
Brad
Brad's father (the racist harbinger of doom)
Brad's mother (the poker addict)
Brad's sister (fairly cool)
Brad's sister's third husband (the professional stand-up comedian)
Brad's sister's third husband's father (think Grandpa Simpson)
Mom
Dad (down in the basement with the bar and t.v. all night)
Me
Never has a sitcom had such an entertaining ensemble cast.
One of the running gags is that Billi, Mom and I have a pact -- if one of us sees another trapped being talked at by Brad's father, we are sworn to interrupt and call them away from him. Even better? Brad knows about this and doesn't even get mad at us.
Wednesday night, I'm taking Kelly Garrett to dinner for being my 1,500th commenter. I'm sure I'll here more vomit stories. There will be no boofing. I will not be ordering the chili.
Thursday night, we have a rehearsal for Bottle Band. We have a gig Friday night at a big holiday fest at a local... place. I'm not even telling you because I don't want the stalkers to show up. We'll be the only Bottle Band there, so it won't be hard to figure out which one I am.
I have no idea what music we're doing. I told the director he'd better write an arrangement of "Santa Baby" for me, but I think he thought I was kidding.
Oh, and I work all week.
Then I get to get up early Saturday morning to go to Indiana with Dick, the girls and the dogs, to do Christmas ALL OVER AGAIN with his family. Sweet Jesus, I'm exhausted just thinking about it. Fifteen people (and at least four dogs) in one house. It's The Beverly Hillbillies without the Beverly. I know I won't be getting any sleep, but at least I'll get more presents.
And we won't be coming home until after lunch on Sunday. Oy. Thank God they are the least dysfunctional family I'm associated with. Oddly enough, they're also the only one that doesn't drink... I think there's a moral in there somewhere, but I'm not going to look to closely. Morals suck.
God Jul, everyone! Be good to yourselves!