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We made it through the longest night of the year. Go us! It helped that we were coasting on goodwill from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bunj and e.'s Annual Christmas Gala, even though it broke up at the very, very adult hour of 9 p.m. I'd eaten too much and drunk too much, so it was hours before my belly would let me sleep, but they were enjoyable ones, basking as I was in the glow from so much warmth. At about one, I decided it was finally time to attempt a lie-down, and just then monshu came up from below.
He was worse than me this year in denying everyone the enjoyment of seeing their presents opened. I only held out on the joint gifts (though I did give intobunj's wheedling to unwrap their homemade limoncello), whereas the GWO took all his unopened back home. So I stuck around for the unveiling. By the time I returned eight hours later, he had already made much use of the new scarf (plenty of smoking breaks on the porch), had a sip of the liqueur (the lush!), and was begging me to open the cookie basket so he could scarf a biscotto.
We must still be giddy from all excess--or perhaps we're feeling that a bit of mortification is in order--because Mr Always Chilly is still gung-ho on our mooted shopping trip downtown, despite a roaring wind outside and some truly terrible wind-chills. We might even see a film if we can resist the urge to return to our snug domestic nest for long enough.
bunj and e.'s Annual Christmas Gala, even though it broke up at the very, very adult hour of 9 p.m. I'd eaten too much and drunk too much, so it was hours before my belly would let me sleep, but they were enjoyable ones, basking as I was in the glow from so much warmth. At about one, I decided it was finally time to attempt a lie-down, and just then monshu came up from below.He was worse than me this year in denying everyone the enjoyment of seeing their presents opened. I only held out on the joint gifts (though I did give into
bunj's wheedling to unwrap their homemade limoncello), whereas the GWO took all his unopened back home. So I stuck around for the unveiling. By the time I returned eight hours later, he had already made much use of the new scarf (plenty of smoking breaks on the porch), had a sip of the liqueur (the lush!), and was begging me to open the cookie basket so he could scarf a biscotto.We must still be giddy from all excess--or perhaps we're feeling that a bit of mortification is in order--because Mr Always Chilly is still gung-ho on our mooted shopping trip downtown, despite a roaring wind outside and some truly terrible wind-chills. We might even see a film if we can resist the urge to return to our snug domestic nest for long enough.