In DC for the holidays.
Yesterday was spent at the airport along with the other seven million weird looking people waiting for their delayed flights to take off or be canceled. I lucked out, though. I cannot avoid seeing someone I know in this small-world city. I found not one, but four other stranded friends of mine in the same wing of the airport. Including a guy who got his hair cut in my salon once who I only shared about four sentences with initially. Now we're BFFs, totes.
So we spent our holiday bonuses on Ho-ho-Heinekin and Jew-meson. We weren't able to persuade an ex-Second City main stage performer to hang with us, as he frantically looked for his flight to Baltimore, but after four hours of holiday cheer, we were all a little less annoyed that our travel plans had been soured.
I eventually landed around 3 in the morning and spent today cooking and attempting to not be a bitch to my family. It's a very hard task that I'm often not successful at, but I do what I can before my inner eighth grader unleashes itself.
Our family tradition is to have an appetizer dinner and then head to the Unitarian church down the road for a Xmas Eve service. There, I undoubtedly wll become irritated that CHRIST is discussed so much at CHRISTmas, my sister and I eventually get a shuddering case of the giggles, I make the false promise to myself to attend the weekly meditative sermon at a UU church in my neck of the woods, and then we burn our fingers with wax from our candles. Things pretty much followed that course, with only a few changes. There were some nutty hippie types groovy-dancing like happy birds during "Hark the Harold Angels Sing." Also, an added bonus: There were some misprinted lyrics to "Silent Night" that made everyone start the last verse without singing the refrain "silent night" first. The result was a congregation singing, with the utmost good intentions, but still resembling a brilliant trainwreck:
Child of god, Love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy ... ehhhrrm pure light...
Radiant beams from... redeeming...mutter mutter...
Mutter mutter...at thy birth.
It was a Christmas miracle.