I’m usually all about doing the holiday blog posts and leaving nice cozy Christmas Eve messages as if I’m Joan Crawford in a velvet dressing gown addressing radio listeners from her home, but this year I was busy up to the last minute, I guess.
I went dancing with a couple of friends on Christmas Eve. That was fun, and I don’t know why more Christmas traditions don’t involve go-go dancers. The dancing lady at the nightclub last week was very tiny (elfin, even) and one of her costumes was this sort of drapey, dramatic caftan thing with a sheer veil. I guess it could be a Nativity costume, if you went to Dirty Church. Anyway, I’m glad I had something different to do this year.
I also got a real tree this year, for just the second time in my life. I’m not sure if I’m going to continue to get these real trees every year; I get kind of unnverved by them. I’m used to a fake tree that does absolutely nothing under normal circumstances, so to have a tree that lets ornaments fall and dramatically relieves itself of needles at random, passive-aggressive intervals is getting on my nerves a little bit. It’s like living with a performance artist. I’ll be sitting there at my desk and I can hear the tree clearing its throat, wanting me to look over and see it do something stupid.
It’s still kind of pretty, though.
