Dec. 29th, 2004 11:51 am
Another Family Christmas Update
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muckefuckI would direct those of you dying of curiosity about the our big family Christmas dinner to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bunj's journal, but I see that he's Friend-locked the entry so that those not nearest and dearest to him might never know his secret shame. (You wouldn't think that someone who has appeared in the alumni magazine clad in naught but leaves and a hat would have much dignity left to lose, but apparently so.) He also doesn't mention how skillfully he disarmed what was either a hamfist attempt at small talk or a gauche criticism of his own snobbishness thinly disguised as good-natured ribbing on the part of the hostess by assuring her that his wife and he weren't really accustomed to gourmet food; they only had soufflé twice a week!
There's really not much else for me to add. Not only was it the same location as last year, but it was even the same dinner. (The roast beef might have been a tad less overdone or that might just be my own wishful thinking. In any case, it didn't take a gourmet to recognise that it was wrong, wrong, wrong.) I talked to pretty much the same people, including the cousin who should make me cease all of my whining forever. Last year, he had started off college scrambling for accommodation because his father had managed to lose his room reservation two weeks before the first class. He's since dropped out and become head of a maintenance unit for a local hotel. He got called in on Thanksgiving and, sure enough, Christmas day, when his boss went into labour. A week ago, he spent three hours with his arms at basically full extension holding up and repairing part of a boiler and has been on steroids for the inflammation ever since. (How could I dare mention my bad back after hearing that?) Oh, and despite all this, he remains polite and unrancourous. How do some people do it?
In other news, my gay cousin drove up from Dixie with his media personality lover and their newly-adopted newborn and the aunt who was hosting had the children sing "Happy Birthday" to the Baby Jesus and blow out the candle on his cake for no other reason--as near as we can tell--than to get the goat of her anti-establishment pagan/wiccan daughter. In other words, Christmas as usual. It was very touching to discover that my grandma, who's still recovering from her stroke months ago, insisted on personally signing every one of the gift cards to her 60+ grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It took her many tries, since she didn't want shaky lines on any of them that would give away the extent of her injury. I really, really hope she's still around next year.
bunj's journal, but I see that he's Friend-locked the entry so that those not nearest and dearest to him might never know his secret shame. (You wouldn't think that someone who has appeared in the alumni magazine clad in naught but leaves and a hat would have much dignity left to lose, but apparently so.) He also doesn't mention how skillfully he disarmed what was either a hamfist attempt at small talk or a gauche criticism of his own snobbishness thinly disguised as good-natured ribbing on the part of the hostess by assuring her that his wife and he weren't really accustomed to gourmet food; they only had soufflé twice a week!There's really not much else for me to add. Not only was it the same location as last year, but it was even the same dinner. (The roast beef might have been a tad less overdone or that might just be my own wishful thinking. In any case, it didn't take a gourmet to recognise that it was wrong, wrong, wrong.) I talked to pretty much the same people, including the cousin who should make me cease all of my whining forever. Last year, he had started off college scrambling for accommodation because his father had managed to lose his room reservation two weeks before the first class. He's since dropped out and become head of a maintenance unit for a local hotel. He got called in on Thanksgiving and, sure enough, Christmas day, when his boss went into labour. A week ago, he spent three hours with his arms at basically full extension holding up and repairing part of a boiler and has been on steroids for the inflammation ever since. (How could I dare mention my bad back after hearing that?) Oh, and despite all this, he remains polite and unrancourous. How do some people do it?
In other news, my gay cousin drove up from Dixie with his media personality lover and their newly-adopted newborn and the aunt who was hosting had the children sing "Happy Birthday" to the Baby Jesus and blow out the candle on his cake for no other reason--as near as we can tell--than to get the goat of her anti-establishment pagan/wiccan daughter. In other words, Christmas as usual. It was very touching to discover that my grandma, who's still recovering from her stroke months ago, insisted on personally signing every one of the gift cards to her 60+ grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It took her many tries, since she didn't want shaky lines on any of them that would give away the extent of her injury. I really, really hope she's still around next year.
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It had nothing to do with dignity
I will add that the same unrancorous cousin would have played Santa if he could have lifted his arms. He had to be promised the part next year.
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