I was there, in the mid 1970s. Loved it, and the fishing was amazing.
At the end of our Cancer Year we weren’t up to handling all the holiday horseshit, so we spent the second half of December in Barcelona and driving up and down the Costa Brava. It was miraculous…ostensibly in a Catholic country, the Christmas crap was kept to private homes, and in public areas you could barely tell what season it was.
My WAG is that the religious observance of Christmas is more private and held in homes and places of worship, while it’s the commercialization of the holiday that leads to ostentatious displays you see elsewhere.
Christmas is just an excuse to pick a man’s pocket every 25th of December. It’s a humbug, I tell you!
BAH!
On Thursday, I will have 40-60 (49 yes RSVPs, no clue how many folks will actually show up) people expecting an elaborate Thanksgiving feast. Hall has been rented and measured, decorations have been purchased, caterers have been consulted with and food is probably already being started, temporary workers will help with set up and take down. All is good, I can semi-relax, right?
Well, while all of the boxes have been checked and I do understand that problems will happen no matter how well I have planned things…why the hell did some drunk in a big ass Texan sized pick-up have to drive through the front doors, breaking all the glass, some of the wall and really upsetting a lot of people.
Yeah, not serving food there on Thursday. I’m not sure where the food will be served yet, this is a little late to rent other places. Stress is happening.
Kill me now, please, Christmas is coming.
I feel like I’m forgetting something.
So, flatlined, how did it all turn out? Had to get better, right? Something worked out, right? Right?
Thanks for asking, all went as well as possible. We did find another hall that had intact doors and windows (by the time I found it, that’s all I really wanted). Everyone seemed to get enough of what they wanted to eat, the police didn’t get called and no drunken fights happened.
I’d rather not use this hall for Christmas, I’m afraid it will be too small, but I did put a deposit down on it because I doubt repairs will be completed on the wrecked building in time.
The irony is that that’s probably where people earn money in order to watch shows accompanied by Amazon commercials.
I never took mine down from last year. In my defense, they’re programmable and I set them to steady white.
Hey! No facts in The Pit! What the hell is wrong with you?
I like a good turkey dinner. Hell, I like making a good turkey dinner and in fact I do so a few times a year when the whim strikes. But fuck inviting people over. You want a turkey dinner? Then fix yourself one. Now stay outta my kitchen. Every year I go to the in laws’ for Turkey day dinner. I love them. They’re good people, even L who voted for Trump (she’s a trifle simple, and as it turns out her vote was nullified by the electoral college anyway). But man, they can’t cook for shit. Seriously, I put salt in the gravy and they just beamed at me like I was a goddamned sorcerer when they tasted it.
Everywhere I went today the talk was all about getting ready for Christmas, who has put up a tree, outside lights, who went shopping what they bought, when it will be wrapped and on and on and on. When they hear I only decorate the tropical plants and everyone gets warm socks and Lush in their stocking for presents (well my girls get a bit more and they’re adults now) and my husband and I do not gift each other they think I’m nuts! I stopped doing xmas cards long ago, it always felt like a chore and it was my responsibility to keep in touch with friends and family near and far. WHich is okay for those I favor but then I would get complaints about not including a family picture. I’m the MOm do I have to do everything! Hubs doesn’t. It stressed me out all the holiday must do’s. Even now I’m feeling the anxiety ramp up becasue there is only like what 3 freaking weeks left. Shit. I love me some January!
So very much this. Our yearly Caribbean vacation is in January. Each year xmas is something we need to deal with, while the beach beckons.
I was going to say something about a bear accident, but chihuahuas…you don’t even need a coyote, just a large, hungry raccoon will do.
Or one of them feral pigs.