I have to type this fast because the weather outside has taken a turn for the nasty and, as the power has already chosen to go out today, I want to make sure I get this posted before it decides to go again. Honestly, I cannot overstate how icky the weather outside is. The temperature is in the 30’s, it’s windy as heck, and it’s been raining nonstop all day.
According to reputable sources, it’s supposed to snow this weekend. Boo! A lot of people enjoy the snow because it’s white, and pretty, and rare, and winter wonderland-y and all kinds of cheerful stuff but I’m not really a fan. In my opinion, it’s cold (which = unpleasant), and only looks pretty until someone walks/drives over it and then it just looks like a dirty snow cone. And nobody likes a dirty snow cone (if this is secretly a slang term on Urban Dictionary please don’t tell me. I prefer my innocence).
I’m excited for later tonight, though, because Wes and I get to go to a holiday party. Hip hip hooray! I do believe this is the first holiday party we’ve ever attended as a married (or likewise) couple so I’m looking forward to it. What I’m particularly looking forward to is a chance to get out of the house for the evening and mingle with some friends we haven’t seen in a long time.
It seems like lately, with the economic crap-storm we’re living in, that life has gotten a little too serious and I’m looking for a little levity. I enjoy people-watching, and from what I’ve seen the last few months people are looking ever-so-serious and there’s a major dearth of mirth amongst my fellows.
That’s why I’m so looking forward to this holiday party, and that’s why I continue to be so jazzed about the holiday lights we put up on our staircase. Because even though we’re all broke, it doesn’t mean that we can’t take part in the best parts of Christmas.
I reserve the right to eat too many hors d’oeuvres, drink too much wine, and laugh too loud at the white elephant gifts. I claim for myself the privilege of staring at the Christmas lights in wonder because they make me feel like a little kid sometimes. In the name of all things fun, I stand firm in my decision to drink egg nog even though I don’t know what’s in it because life is way too serious to be taken seriously right now.
Ahem. OK, I’m stepping off my soapbox now, but feel free to agree with me if you’d like to. As for me, I’m going to go scour my house looking for a white elephant gift to wrap up and present to a random stranger. It might end up being a half-eaten tin of cookies, I’m just not sure yet. I’ll keep you posted.
If, later this evening, I find you looking dourly at the latest stock market news I won’t judge you, but I would much rather find you dancing around the room to “Jingle Bell Rock” with a Christmas bow atop your head and a great big mug of spiked egg nog in your hand. You see, at least then I’d get to jump in there with you.
I hope your weekend is long, relaxing, and full of as much nonsense and levity as you’d like.