holiday stupor

If I were in Ireland I would still be celebrating. Over there the 26th is known as St Steven’s Day, and there is lots of eating and drinking and staying home from work. It’s called Boxing Day in England. Here in Denver it’s called I Feel Sorta Gross Day. And I am observing it by drinking tea in my favorite bookstore, The Tattered Cover, which thankfully has wi-fi. And I am semi-fasting after my huge, delicious Christmas dinner at Liz’s house. My mom, step-dad and I go there every year, and Liz and I make a lot of gracious small talk before sneaking off to catch up on gossip and old jokes. It’s real fun.
Christmas Eve in Silver Plume was fantastic. The service was mellow and touching, with lot’s of talk about keeping peace in your heart as a first step to creating peace on earth. There was singing and amped up kids running up and down the church while parents laughed instead of scolded. For a Jewish girl who spends little time thinking about Jesus Christ, I was impressed by the atmosphere of love and celebration, and the decidedly nonjudgmental vibe.
After service we went to Grumpy’s for egg nog and cheer. Most of the older folks headed home early, so in the end it was me and my old townie friends shooting pool and talking about old times. It had probably been about eight years since we were all together- Casey the terrible driver who is now an avid line dancer; Christian, the snowboarder/fashion designer who used to intimidate me with his uninhibited honesty; his brother Nick, who was my first boyfriend at ages 9, 12, and 13; Jessica, who adopted me as her little sister when I was young; Hailey, who I adopted as MY little sister when SHE was young; and their assorted partners and friends who were braving a Silver Plume Christmas.
Another Plumie of my generation was there also, though I can’t say that I would count him as a friend. Sean, who I used to think (age 14) had a “mysterious darkness,” but now I would call it a “taunting meanness.” He asked how I was doing, and I told him that I couldn’t be happier. He replied, “enjoy it while it lasts. You have no idea what’s coming.” What is the implication there? That I am naive, or somehow sheltered, or worse, delusional? Ugh! It pisses me off that someone I haven’t seen in years could make such asshole assumptions. It awards no credit for the smart, conscious choices I have made in my life, or the community of friends I have sought and maintained. What a grinch. I didn’t let him harsh my vibe though. I told him that he was mistaken, and my life just keeps getting better. And I turned back to my old friends for laughing and friendlier teases. Dick!
Cryptic Crush Update:
(dandily buried at the bottom of a semi-boring entry)
So, I finally had a candid talk with my crush about crushes. It was a great relief to get it all out it the open, though I don’t anticipate any changes in the near future. I’d like to write more about this, but my cyber life has become so entangled with my real life that blogging about it is sort of a mine field. Not wanting to embarrass the crush, or add fodder to gossip or whatever. Sigh. Maybe I will start a sneaky blog just for crush talk and embarrassing moments. Though I think think that’s how perfect heart began!