hooray! I’m on holidays! the next week is about eating and drinking and being merry. i am a little disappointed that i’ve only received a very few xmas cards – one of my friends said it’s like her family has no sense of object permanence… out of sight is out of mind. considering the amount i invested in postage last year, i would have thought i’d get at least a little bit of a return. ah well.

and i received my mum’s annual birthday flowers today! every year that i’m not home for xmas, my mum sends me b-day flowers, which is lovely. the funny thing is that at some point during my teens, i must have griped about my birthday stuff being christmas themed. yet even though i am long since over that, it’s the one thing she remembers. so she always goes out of her way to make sure my birthday stuff is not christmassy, including one memorable birthday cake featuring a hula dancer, since “it was the most non-Christmassy thing they had.” Since my flower delivery came when no one was home, and the florist was actually only around the corner, i passed by when i got home from work. the woman asked for my address and was looking around through the bouquet address cards, until i pointed out that they were probably the only yellow and white arrangement sitting a sea of red and green… and indeed they were. thanks mum!

went to chris and ton’s for what has become our annual pre-christmas dinner last night. as usual, there was more than enough red wine to go around, but since tracey and i had to go to work today, we wisely volunteered to babysit when the party moved off to the local pub. as the guys were busy getting wasted, we sat around laughing over “tommy lee goes to college” and nick and jessica’s “newlyweds”, yet another candyfloss mtv show which goes down like liquid sugar, completely devoid of brain calories. for a fairly intelligent and informed person, it’s embarrassing that i am such a slave to music television. but put me in front of “pimp my ride” or “cribs” and my eyes glaze over like frosted doughnuts whilst a small stream of drool wends its way down my chin. it’s my secret vice and i try to tell myself that it’s a needed counterpoint to all the heavy political analysis and world news i read all day. but really, i’m just a pop culture junkie, and shows like “the fabulous life” are my heroin chic.

we were supposed to go to my work colleagues xmas drinks this evening, as she only lives down the street, and she’s a pretty cool chick. however, poor j has been sick as a dog all day so we’re going to snuggle up on the couch with some doritos and fajitas instead. (as a funny sidenote, we have taken to calling them faj-eye-tas, in mocking derision of the british mispronunciation of all things spanish [jall-a-pee-nyos anyone?] , but our deliberate mutilation of the word is disconcertingly reminiscent of the *correct* pronunciate of a woman’s body part, and my sis has asked me to stop saying it that way as it unnerves her… but c’mon, that’s half the fun!)

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