Mornin' all - it is still christmas eve or something where you are -no?
How can I feel hung over when no alchohol has passed my lips since Monday, and here it is wednesday morning.....?
Merry Christmas and hugs, Mikey and Debacle.
dearBunny, it is just barely Christmas Eve here (it doesn't really start for me til sunset, which has just happened).
care for a piccolo of champagne? i've got a couple ready, and i'd be glad to share.
To be honest, Bethie - I am not a champagne Bunny, 'cepting when it is outrageously expensive - and French! But I will gladly take a friendly sip with you - and toast the festivities!
Thereby, by the way, hangs an amusing digression....
The only time I have ever tasted ruinously expensive French champagne was many years ago, when I acted as chaperone for a friend who was trying to finesse her way (looking back this seems sooooooooooooooo mean and cruel!) into getting French travel contacts and assistance from a much older French woman, who was in lust with her.
Now - this night, the older French woman had invited my friend for a date at a then extremely fashionable nightclub - and said friend had begged me to turn up to interrupt the seduction process, which she anticipated would be very full on - and which she was not ready to say a definitive no to. (Oh the thoughtless cruelty of the young and very attractive!)
I have always hated nightclubs, and I was working as a waitress that (saturday) and I thought the enterprise mean and immoral - but, as a loyal friend, I was suckered into it.
So - come the night - a very busy night at the restaurant - and I was doing managing front of house, as it were - the customers are not leaving - I must stay and balance the till - it gets to be 2.00 am - I am imagining my friend in dire trouble - finally I am released - I sort of have a de rigeur (for the time) white outfit - but I have left it at home!!!! I am on foot - I can walk home, but what of my poor friend? I am late - very late - already!
I decide to swallow my humiliation and hoof it up the road in what I am wearing - a waitress's white shirt, bow tie and short, black skirt - smelling of chow mein and sizzling garlic prawns.... I reach the excruciatingly sophisticated club - filled with excruciatingly gorgeous folk in the de rigeur white creations. Like a determined duck amidst the swans, I paddle over to the table where my friend is signalling me desperately, whilst warding off determined sallies from the French woman against the front of HER house!
The older woman, sensing defeat, nonetheless graciously includes me in the enjoyment of the copious quantities of ruinously expensive French champagne which are flowing so freely. In dowdy ducky determination I wait out the evening - finally being freed at 6.00 am by a retreat in good order by the gracious hostess. As we walk out to friend's car, I realise that I have been wearing, all evening, as if I was not out of place enough to begin with, my waitress's apron. To be frank, I resemble a grubby French maid in a bordello - and I have been DANCING like that!!!!!
That is how I learned to love French champagne - and hate nightclubs (except jazz ones) even more than I did to begin with....
And a Jolly, Merry Christmas to you, ehBeth. You had a sunset? We merely slipped from leaden to murk. Gotta wintry mixup goin' toe to toe at the moment - snow and sleet. Had two inches of the same last night. Only supposed to get another inch tonight. Folks in St. Louis had ten inches on the ground this morning.
Just before dark, the new Chinese neighbors across the way appeared on our doorstep with a magnum-sized bottle of wine, very nicely wrapped and morraly presented -- "Morra Kismuhs!" they sang out. Things are lookin' good, at least at present. I'll no doubt be blotto by bedtime.
Aye, snow and ICE. Mrs. D will be naggin' me to haul her to midnight services unless I can get through enough of this wine by 11 o'clock to make riding with me a worse bet than driving herself.
Actually, more than half a glass of champagne always gives me indigestion. One would think it's the fizziness, but oddly enough brandy has the same effect.
Damn, Deb, you don't half get into some strange thickets.
ROFLMAO!!!
me and one of the kids went to the animal shelter today, he was looking for a boxer, all they had were wabbits, 2 of them,,,,shipped them off to you Dlowan,,,,
Debacle, champagne does the same thing to me.
I remember on a return trip from Ireland we sat with a man (can't remember his name) who was a professional hypnotist. He told us story after story, and bought us champagne after champagne! We got off that plane footless! But! The flight was the fastest evah!
This is the very last gold marker on A2K that I can find tonight, Christmas Eve, so I had to post this nothing.
c.i.
ahhhhhhhh, relaxing after breakfast having a mug of lemon tea with a nice shot of Remy Red ....... mmmmmm tasty. Clicking for the rainforest and waiting to learn more about bread-making from Setanta.
uuuugh, made the yule log, am stuffed with frosting. The gifts are unwrapped, Silvi is singing carols, the turkey's in the oven...... aaaahhhh. Oh wait. AND it's RAINING! Some white xmas...
More than 20 years in the Metro D.C. area and never ever did I see a white Christmas. Now they have one and I am not there dang. Probably will never get to see a white Christmas except in the movies and on TV.
Raining here in NY also. However, every half hour we get a bulletin promising snow.
Well, are you all having yourselves a merry li'l christmas, then?
I be a tad hungover this boxing day morning - to be honest - but just a tad.
'Twas a perfect, warm, clear, blue, sunny day yesterday - warming up gradually and back to 100 F by the weekend.
Now - who was it that couldn't find a boxer? (I am ignoring the rabbit comment) - perhaps boxing day will bring more luck?
Yaaawwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnn - need my coffee.....
No snow for most of you? Well, the day is but middle-aged.... good luck! JD - how cruel for you to hear rumours of snow where you no longer be!
It is cruel and I vow never ever to step foot in the Nation's capitol again ~:>)
Not even for snow, those snobs letting snow when I am not there. They are snobs you know or is it SOBs, well some of them. Edit, most of them.
Well, 'tis half way through boxing day here - and I haven't hit anyone - yet - just off to my chocolate-scented bath and out to lunch - so the day is still young.
Are all our digressors doing well, except for poor, snowless Joanne?
I ended up playing table hockey yesterday, with the little plastic whatsits from the christmas crackers and some racquets that came with them, and two of my fellow guests - 'tis one way of clearing a table.... heeheee
