Christmas(-eve)

Is...alright...I guess
If there’s boots involved
My pleasantly crazy father took me out shopping yesterday, that’s right; Christmas Eve. I guess he expected the mall to be full of 'calm' shoppers. Which surprisingly, to me anyway, it was. For the amount of cars in the parking lot you would expect there to be hoards that you had to fight your way through inside, but no, there weren’t. In fact there were very few people around...it was odd. Perhaps there is a gapping void in Chapters and all those folks buying gift-certificates for the loved ones that they don't care much about got sucked into it. If that is the case I am just happy that the great G isn't working there any longer.

Any-how, as per our usual jaunts in the mall my father saw 3 people he knows from work. Two ass' and one extremely nice young fellow. I would have patted him on the head for this remarkable likeness to a stuffed puppy if it were not for the fact that he stands almost a full foot taller than me. I think his hugs would be awesome. Any-way...I got nothing that really constitutes Christmas presents. Winter boots that I've needed for the past 3 months but my father has neglected to get for me until now. I love them though. It took the nutty Russian sales lady and I over an hour to talk him into buying them. She even gave him an 'extra' ten dollars off to remedy his pouty face. I can't really complain at all though; made in Canada, leather (made from the cows they slaughter anyway), black + laced up with a zipper on the side. I could stomp around in them all day long, which I intend to do actually. All the time I'm not on the computer I'm stomping around the house yapping about how much I love them, I think I shall get a ginger-bear to the head soon enough.

Onward to the world of...pastel bras? sick I know, but as I sifted through the mess that was La Senza I did happen to look up to be startled by the array of colors that you can now get a 'hydro-lift' bra in. *shivers* sometimes I wish I was a boy...then I stop. ooo ooo, and don't let anyone ever tell you that your too old for Pooh Bear. Every pair of my socks are now graced with his fuzzy little face...either him or one of his 'minions'. 'sept for rabbit, I hates him, can you say OCD?

Alas, I fear I have mislead you...that is if you still know what’s going on I shall have to break your stride here; I did get something that resemble Christmas prezzies. 3 movies, one came out of the three dollar bin though, so its not so bad. The Order, a movie which I am in lust over. The Rules of Attraction, can you beat this character movie? and Broken Down Palace, Marilyn said it was good so I grabbed it. I am so happy about that as well. *points at face* can you see the glee?

Side Note 1.5; where did I get the energy to do all of that in an hour and a few minutes? I have two words for you; White Moccachino. Heaven in a drink. My hands were shaking really badly by the time the sugar wore off though. Don’t you just hate coming off a sugar buzz?

An abridged version of the rest of the evening;

So we got home so I could throw myself into a frenzy to get ready for dinner at Ben’s house. Shower-run into room half naked - try to find the perfect outfit - get dressed only to realize this is not what I want to wear - start throwing clothes around just in case I have the perfect bottom to go with my gray silk shirt and…Bingo!! - long lost skirt found and ironed by father (also slipping in there while he was distracted that I was going out with Ben now) I run out the door. Drop Marilyn off at her parents. (sorry I left you for the slaughter) Late! Hurry over to Bens - don’t forget to say hello to his parents and offer help in the kitchen - apologies to Jonathan for insulting his card-board shield-that minor problem remedied relaxing bens room after picking out his out-fit (which he looked amazing in) - called down to dinner – eat - keep on eating - still eating - mmm wine+pop - drive out to see his god - daughter (cute as a button) - go back - dessert - finish wine - go ‘watch a movie up stairs’ - actually watch some of The Order - Thank the hostess for dinner - keep on getting phone calls from father that I can’t answer - sad that Ben will be gone for 5(!) days - drive home expecting check-stops but see none – home - sleep…

And it was good.