Although it's the end of October, the trees outside my front door are still green-Elm?-they are full of ripe red clutches of berries and birds fighting over the bounty. It looks festive and I am starting to get the first pangs of the Christmas blues-wanting the holidays to be like it is in the magazines and the stress of trying to bridge the gap chasing something that probably doesn't exist. My family still insists that all of the many kids in the family should receive gifts-in spite of the fact that they are all teenagers with more material possessions than I have ever known kids to rightfully possess-but they do now like to throw in a name draw for them on top of that so that they might learn (finally) the joys of giving. R's family is already in negotiations for whether or not all or some will participate in the event, or have one at all and there are emails and phone calls and lots of opinions. It's not even Halloween!
I am not looking forward to it all I have to say. Now that R and I have fairly firmly cemented our relationship as roomates, his generally Scrooge-like attitude towards Christmas, no fucking money in our house and the near-desperate desire to just run away to Mexico for the entire month of December, I feel like a run down cheerleader.
oh I just wanted to ask the universe about a flyer posted around my town advertising a Halloween party with a "pimps and ho's" theme. WTF??? Is this me being an old 80's feminsit Dworkin ghost or is it fucked??
1 comment:
aw honey, i'm with ya.
let's do something together, something simple, to really feel like it's christmas. let's have a girls only christmas party with liquid silver cocktails in prrrrrty glasses, small gifts, music and merriment...oh and maybe even dress up a little. i'll have it here...maybe a cookie swap!
(or is that too oakville?)
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