Gobble gobble gobble.
Jen publicly expressed her worries about my ability to make it through Thanksgiving with my non-meat eating ways intact. I explained to her that I had no intention of sticking to that particular self-inflicted rule; remember, this isn't a moral thing with me. So I happily ate turkey on Thursday and Friday. Yes, the turkey mojo hit me twice, turning me into a channel-clicking zombie both times, but it was very tasty and I'm much better now.
By the way, Roxy has added a new word to her stunted dogy vocabulary: turkey. Before this holiday weekend if you said "turkey" around Roxy she would perk her ears up in a vaguely curious way. Now, though, if you say "turkey" she runs to the kitchen and barks, all the while dancing about. If you then actually take an aluminum foil-covered plate out of the refrigerator she goes fucking nuts.
Yesterday, Sonya and I were discussing old pop stars.
"Some of them give up and move off to Turkey," I observed.
Roxy's head sprang up from where she had been resting on Sonya's lap. She looked at me hopefully. We'll have to watch the use of that word from now on.
The Wife and I went and saw Princess Mononoke at the Ridgeway Four Wednesday night. It was a deeply cool movie, but as far as anime goes I don't think it was any better than Akira or Vampire Hunter D. Still, it was very good - a big, sweeping epic, kind of like Braveheart or something like that. Billy Crudup did an excellent job of voicing the main character, and Minnie Driver and Gillian Anderson were good, too. You should see it, if the Japanese cartoon thing does anything for you.
Also, you should see this movie for the kodama, the forest spirits (pictured, right) who wander around in the middle bit of the movie. Their little heads rattle and they are ever so cute.
The Day of the Turkey itself was very nice. We ate the actual meal with Sonya's family, and we watched football and ate far too much and it was very nice. Then we went to my sister's house (where my family's festivities were going on) where we visited for a while and I managed to get a couple of CD's back from my nephew that I'd loaned him well over a year ago. Then a quick trip to my mom's house for more visiting and a cup of coffee before retiring to our penthouse for the evening.
Did you see Friends Thursday night? Funny! "Pudding: good. Jam: good. Meat: good!" And I finally finished Tomb Raider Gold, which I know I haven't played since some time in July. The last time I played it I had just killed this huge spider-y big head thing and there didn't seem to be any end in sight. Foolish me! I did a few jumps and hops and the game was over. Now I can get Tomb Raider 3.
Friday I was a good son; I went to my mom's house and vacuumed, cleaned the ceiling fan in her living room and put up her Christmas tree. Mother and Momo can't get around like they used to; those chores would go undone if it weren't for me and my sisters.
Besides, the family Christmas tree is my responsibility.
So, while Mother and Momo and Dawne (hi, Dawne) went to the casinos I was domestic and suburban. I did put some Pixies on my Mom's big stereo, though, so it was pleasantly rockin' as I trimmed the tree.
It's really quiet in the suburbs, you know? In my high-rise apartment in the middle of the city I constantly hear air conditioners and car alarms and the neighbors all around. In the suburbs, though...the heater was off, and the only sound was an occasional car passing by. Very, very peaceful. It's been ten years since I lived at home, though. I'd forgotten.
Also, while putting up the tree I sang O Holy Night in my best Cher voice.
"O Holy Night...oh!"
Friday night the Wife and I ate dressing and fell into a coma on the couch. We fell asleep watching a documentary on the Emperor Calgula. Apparently he was a very bad man.
We also watched the DVD of Desperado with the director's commentary. Fascinating, fascinating stuff.
After all that excitement we had to go to bed. Big Friday night, huh? We are Happening Young People.
Saturday? I got a haircut!
Shawn is now at Juve, formerly Details, formerly Cole-Haysten. The Memphis salon scene is a dramatic, ever-changing place.
"What did you do for the holiday?" I asked Shawn, "did you go home, or..."
"No," he said, snipping away, "I got a bottle of vodka and watched cheesy Christmas movies and drank myself into a Thanksgiving stupor."
This wasn't true, but it was very funny.
Sonya and I went shopping, too; we meant for it to be Christmas shopping, but we just got some Christmas CD's and a Marilyn Monroe ornament. Then we went home and decorated the tree.
[A note about the Christmas CD's: Sonya, wanting a copy of Band Aid's Do They Know it's Christmas, picked up a CD called Drew's Famous Christmas CD. What it's famous for, apparently, is sucking, 'cause it was a bunch of generic studio musicians doing covers of famous Christmas songs. I took it back to Wherehouse yesterday; they acted like they weren't going to let me exchange it - talking about policy and such - but I did the irate-customer act and they let me get something else. I got the Charlie Brown Christmas music instead.]
Jen came down last night to borrow something or other. I went to the door to let her in. Roxy came with me. Jen, Sonya and I were all in the living room when we heard a rather desperate "woof!"
Roxy was trapped outside!
We let her back in, though, and she was happy to be home. She knew she wasn't supposed to be out there. Silly dog!
Jen and James and Sonya and I piled in the luxurious Altima this afternoon to go visit Angie, who spawned last month. We took her baby gifts and watched the video of the birth.
The non-graphic video of the birth. It's basically just Angie, smiling and, occasionally, grunting. Then there's a baby.
At one point in our visit Angie was worried that Drew, her offspring, would not wake up before we left.
"It's okay, Angie," I assured her, "it's not like he's going to stroll around and dazzle us with his witty banter." I gestured to Drew, who was laying bonelessly in his mother's lap. "That's what he does right now, you know? He doesn't have to be awake for us to enjoy it."
Jen and James and Sonya and I then went to Applebee's, where the service was horrible but the company was good. When the girl said she wasn't our server but she'd put our order in anyway we knew things weren't going to go well. We began to speculate on just how bad our orders could be screwed up:
We laughed a great deal at dinner, but the biggest laughs came when I got up to leave and smacked my head against the wrought iron lamp hanging over the table.
"Did anyone else see that?" Sonya asked when we got out to the car.
"Oh, yeah," James said, "people stopped eating."
"You can't blame them," I said, "they hear a noise like a gong, turn around to look at it and see me rubbing my head and making a face while the lamp is still swinging...that's entertainment, buddy!"
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