christmas

i know it’s taken me forever to write about this. but i’ve been sooo busy. christmas was good. there was a lot of shit going on while at the same time nothing was going on at all there was just so many people around constantly that it seemed like a constant chaos. so but what do i really have to talk about in relation to christmas?

welll…..candy cane communication devices for one. see one of my uncles (the eldest) got very drunk and decided that a candy cane hooked around his ear was really a walkie talkie and was contacting people left and right and hollering things like, “dave to adam! come in adam! can you hear me all right?” to which my brother would invariably reply something along the lines of, “what’s that dave? you’re breaking up. i think there may be a crack in your earpiece.” and sure enough broken candy cane bits would in fact be causing some spillage for the cellophane wrapper.

my cousin kevin got lost, mainly based on the fact that WE LEFT HIM BEHIND at the ice rink. the guilt i felt at the moment when his mom said, “where’s kevin?” while we were all sitting down for dinner….ah shit, dood. it was practically heart-wrenching. i was like, “ah kevin? he’s …..he’s…..oh holy crap. we forgot him.” “you what?” she said. “we forgot him. at the ice rink.. uh….oops.” 5 minutes later amidst the clatter of dishes and people laughing and talking and still no kevin in sight, i had to stand up, put all my outer garments back on and disappear back into the fucking blizzard (all right i’m exaggerating) with a muttered, “we left kevin!” i went to look for him for the next hour. admittedly, not without help. as i hadn’t made it more then like 30 feet before katherine came running out behind me calling that mary was coming and we all walked all over sunriver yelling for kevin. my brother, (after eating dinner) came out and putted around on the motorbike on the golf course looking for him too. everytime katherine and i would be like, “well i bet he’s made it back NOW.” and we’d go back to the house and walk in and ask if he was back yet and they would all look at us and go “nope, haven’t seen him.” and we’d go “shit!” and go back outside. back and forth and thru the woods and down the fairway and back up the street and around the roundabout and to the village and back from the village spread out going different ways. i even went in the men’s bathroom to check if he had fallen and hit his head on the edge of the urinal and was unconscious and bleeding or something. but no. no. just lost and wandering somewhere else. as we found out when we did eventually find his NINETEEN year old ass. sheesh. it’s a sad day when someone who’s almost 20 can’t find their way in out of the cold.

we went drinking to the deschutes brewery in bend. where adam and jeff got some really cool growlers of mirror pond. and james once again brought up my webpage in ordinary conversation. james. you just….you just don’t speak about the webpage. i don’t know what it is. but…even though i write here and am all out in the open and the like. it’s not as if i want people to be reading it necessarily. or….at least not people i don’t know. though i was pretty pleased that katherine called it “funny.” hee. katherine thinks i’m funny. but back to the james thing. ok once he was saying something to adam about the webpage and i was like, “aaaah shut up!” because adam doesn’t read the webpage and i don’t really want him reading it. i’m still not sure how i feel about you relatives reading it. especially porn. you shouldn’t be reading porn. that just ain’t right. i’m not really explaining myself very well here. it could be because i’m tired. blech. new year’s sleepiness. but more about that later i guess cause i’ve got to go entertain the marina houseguest now. =)

quick things though:

i got this wobbly head piggy thing from jeff in my stocking. that was sweet.

i got the same necklace that doug gave me as a first year anniversary present from my mother for christmas. talk about ironic.

we played a drinking game with a christmas story. which would have been more fun if i was more awake at the time.

i was a fashion designer briefly.

i had a lot of fun.

i ice-skated.

i helped pick out the tree.

i watched bootmen. don’t ask.