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Yule goodness
Dec. 25th, 2010 09:56 pmChristmas Eve mail brought a package from my NYC connection to coconut maple sugar candy. It's my cure-all.
Last night Mike and I continued our tradition of a big, delicious Eastern European feast for Christmas Eve dinner. (European Bistro makes delicious, delicious schnitzel.) It was busy and took a long time, but the food was worth it. We looked at some lights in the neighborhood, watched Richard III with Ian McKellan and drank some wine to wait up for midnight. We decided that for Christmas we would celebrate by opening our presents after midnight. That way he can sleep as late as he like without me hounding him to get up and open presents already. I think it is a good compromise.
There were kitchen widgets, all dishwasher safe. There was a box of soap and bath salts. There was also a giant box with Squishables - a hedgehog, a baby panda and the octopus. The octopus is gigantic and very pink. (Dudes, I have fourteen Squishables now.) Mike got lots of geeky things, like a build your own trebuchet set and Leonard Nimoy's autograph and some geeky books. Plus a tiny flash light that works on a crank and doesn't need batteries. It is shockingly bright.
My gifts continued this morning, thanks to two generous souls with Yuletide. That's right, I got two stories. First up, Keeping Austin Weird, which is World War Z stuff set in Austin. The author claims never to have been here but hot damn did they ever nail it right in the brain. GOVERNOR GOODHAIR, Y'ALL. It's so amazing that I was shivering with suppressed glee while reading. Continuing the trend of so fun I could cry, Dreaming of Churrascarias which takes places after the events of Brick. There's a description in there of the jitters before a fight that's so vivid and lovely it steals my breath. (And there's pie!) It is the sort of thing that I can see in the shaded noir half light, playing out on a flickering movie screen. I am so blown away by these gifts.
We spent the afternoon hanging out at the House of Mellow with friends, watching hilarious and terrible things on the TV, eating really good chili and cornbread, and just relaxing. I am so exhausted from an afternoon of sitting and standing around though. Damn. Hobble, hobble, hobble. Well, at least I feel better than before.
I'm looking forward to reading through the huge Yuletide treasure. (Two thousand, six hundred and eighteen stories guys. 2618!) Now to flop.
Last night Mike and I continued our tradition of a big, delicious Eastern European feast for Christmas Eve dinner. (European Bistro makes delicious, delicious schnitzel.) It was busy and took a long time, but the food was worth it. We looked at some lights in the neighborhood, watched Richard III with Ian McKellan and drank some wine to wait up for midnight. We decided that for Christmas we would celebrate by opening our presents after midnight. That way he can sleep as late as he like without me hounding him to get up and open presents already. I think it is a good compromise.
There were kitchen widgets, all dishwasher safe. There was a box of soap and bath salts. There was also a giant box with Squishables - a hedgehog, a baby panda and the octopus. The octopus is gigantic and very pink. (Dudes, I have fourteen Squishables now.) Mike got lots of geeky things, like a build your own trebuchet set and Leonard Nimoy's autograph and some geeky books. Plus a tiny flash light that works on a crank and doesn't need batteries. It is shockingly bright.
My gifts continued this morning, thanks to two generous souls with Yuletide. That's right, I got two stories. First up, Keeping Austin Weird, which is World War Z stuff set in Austin. The author claims never to have been here but hot damn did they ever nail it right in the brain. GOVERNOR GOODHAIR, Y'ALL. It's so amazing that I was shivering with suppressed glee while reading. Continuing the trend of so fun I could cry, Dreaming of Churrascarias which takes places after the events of Brick. There's a description in there of the jitters before a fight that's so vivid and lovely it steals my breath. (And there's pie!) It is the sort of thing that I can see in the shaded noir half light, playing out on a flickering movie screen. I am so blown away by these gifts.
We spent the afternoon hanging out at the House of Mellow with friends, watching hilarious and terrible things on the TV, eating really good chili and cornbread, and just relaxing. I am so exhausted from an afternoon of sitting and standing around though. Damn. Hobble, hobble, hobble. Well, at least I feel better than before.
I'm looking forward to reading through the huge Yuletide treasure. (Two thousand, six hundred and eighteen stories guys. 2618!) Now to flop.