Terrifel:
A tip for the desperate and/or clueless: do not attempt to sneak in and fill take-out buckets at a holiday buffet line where hundreds of people have already been standing in line for upwards of 45 minutes waiting to get food and a table, unless you have absolutely no other good choice at the time.
In my meager defense, I had no other good choice at the time, as my other supper plans had fallen through rather abruptly. Also, I was filling a dinner bucket for my Mom as well as for myself, and I couldn’t very well let my own mother go hungry on Christmas day, now could I? Of course not.
So, I basically lied my ass off on Christmas, shoving my way blatantly past all the decent hardworking families with their hungry children, and improvising transparently false excuses on the fly…it appears that I need to learn how to cook a holiday meal, and I only have a year in which to do it.
Okay, I can’t stand it any more; I have to know what brought you to that. Why were you in such a hurry? Why were you trying to take food with you? Were you in that sitcom scenario where you tell mom dinner’s almost ready, but first you have to get ice real quick, and then you crawl out the kitchen window and go in search of food? How did your supper plans fall through? What is a take-out bucket, and how can you put more than one kind of food in it without it all turning into a glob of mush? Did you get the food, or did the “stolid wall of dangerously hostile glares” send you away empty handed?
Merry Christmas everybody! From cloudy but much warmer Calgary.
Lacy things – the wife is missin’,
In the store – there’s a teddy,
In the office there’s a guy named Melvin,
Later on, if you wanna,
Lacy things… missin’,
ETA: I think this one is in public domain at this point (fingers crossed).
Nope. That would be under copyright by Bob Rivers. But hey, it’s Christmas. It’ll be our little secret.
Just wanted to slip this Time -magazine piece in on Bangkok getting into the Christmas spirit.
