Morgen, Kinder, wird's was geben

[muckefuck]

So, plans have more-or-less congealed for tonight: I'll leave work a bit early and hope to make it down by 6 p.m., when I'm meeting a German acquaintance "am Glühweinstand". Hopefully, we'll be able to elbow our way to a table in there and take turns fetching food. A couple of people have told me they'll stop by later; if I'm not there, I may be clawing my way through the Sweets Castle to snatch the last package of Anislaibchen, so ring me on my cell and we'll attempt to set a rendezvous.

This morning, after I admired the dangling lights monshu had hung in the dining room, he took me to the parlour and asked how I'd feel about him buying more sets for the sunroom windows. Perhaps a large snowflake for the centre? Just over a week ago, when I first starting talking about what decorations I wanted to put up, Mr Christmas-Is-Not-My-Holiday had told me, "That's all your thing." His façade began to come loose during the Gethsemane trip last weekend. Now--three sets of light, two packages of spangly balls, and one adorable Pooh ornament later--I'm asking myself, What have I created? More importantly, what will I come home to tonight?

Comments

[areia.livejournal.com]

I think it's Gethsemane. I'm positive that place sprays the air inside their shop with some purchase-inducing drug. I'll be in there this weekend stocking up on more pretty shiny things I don't have room to store.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

You might run into us, then; IIRC, the GWO wanted to pick up our greens tomorrow. (You need something for the glittery balls and twinkly lights to play off of, after all!)

[tortipede.livejournal.com]

Gethsemane... some purchase-inducing drug... I'm taking it this isn't the Thomas-Merton-Kentucky-Trappist-monastery, then? (Come to think of it, I've a feeling that's Gethsemani. Maybe I'd done a fast edit and blotted illiterate Trappists from my mind.)

[areia.livejournal.com]

No, you got them mixed up.
Gethsemani = jolliness-inducing beer. Well, would be beer if these American Trappists were doing it right.
Gethsemane = purchase-inducing drugs. And Christmas trees. And shiny baubles. And jewelry. And... well, you get the idea.