Friday Five
1. Do you enjoy the cold weather and snow for the holidays?
About as much as I enjoy working for a living, especially for this bunch of assholes — NO!
2. What is your ideal holiday celebration? How, where, with whom would you celebrate to make things perfect?
I’ve spent every holiday with my family (which is down to Mom and my grandfather). I’d prefer for it to be in a tropical locale or, at the very least, I’d love it if they could do the drive to see me instead of me lugging the screaming pussies up north.
3. Do you do have any holiday traditions?
There is someone who is no longer in my life who crosses my mind every Christmas Eve, so sometime around midnight, I sit in front of my tree and feel sad and yet happy to have known that person at all.
When my grandmother was still with us (and I was still in Pittsburgh), we always went to Rhoda’s (now Kazansky’s) Deli in Squirrel Hill, where we got all the fixin’s for corned beef sandwiches, and we always picked up a pizza at Mineo’s across the street. That was a New Year’s Eve tradition, actually. And when my great-grandmother was still around, we always put shiny new quarters outside for the turn of another new year. Not sure what that was all about — I believe it was a good luck thing. I’m still waiting for that good luck to kick in. 🙂
I normally put up a tree, but with Kadi the hellcat on the loose (gaah, you should see my wrists today — I look like I am a cutter — and I forgot about it till I put on perfume — HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT BURN!!!!), that’s a no-go. When I have my tree up, I sleep in the living room so I can see the lights when I wake up my usual million times a night.
That, of course, and drinking myself into oblivion, as often as possible. 😉
4. Do you do anything to help the needy?
If, by needy, you are referring to me, then yes. I don’t plan to give gifts this year, in honor of paying my bills. I used to do a lot of volunteer work with charities, so I don’t feel too bad about focusing on me for a change.
5. What one gift would you like for yourself?
An iBook with an Airport card. A girl can dream, can’t she?