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(Or, for my Jewish readers, Chappy Cholidays.)

Lauren and I are with our families for a little while. We got here on Christmas Eve, where some friends met us at the train station. We drove to Philadelphia's Chinatown for dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant called, of all things, "Vietnam." After dinner, the friends dropped us off at Lauren's father's house, where we unpacked and then decided to call it a night, even though it was early.

We watched TV for a while. ABC Family was running all the old Rankin-Bass Christmas specials, so we watched a few of them. We agreed that Rankin and Bass had jumped the shark in 1975 with "Rudolph's Shiny New Year."

On Christmas day, we woke up early to go to "brunch" at another friend's house.1 There were about eight adults there, plus assorted spawn. The food was good, and I enjoyed myself, even though I was tired.

We left brunch shortly past noon. We drove to my father's, where my brother and his kids and horrible wife were having a reasonably-timed brunch. They had already finished, but we sat and talked for a while. We also borrowed my father's car, only to discover that it had some problems: the rear-view mirror had fallen off the windshield, and reverse doesn't always work, for instance.

From there, we came back to Lauren's father's house, arriving just past three in the afternoon. Lauren's sister, brother-in-law, and nephews had already arrived for Christmas dinner. We sat around for a while, and ate early. It was tasty but unremarkable. After that, we had a sort of cutthroat pollyanna—I was amused by how quickly my sister-in-law poached the "shoulder massager" from someone else.

By 8 PM, I was exhausted,2 and the in-laws had left. I went upstairs to lie down for a minute, and suddenly it was 10:30 or so. I got up for another hour, then Lauren and I went to bed.

I also slept late this morning while Lauren went to yoga with yet another friend. She should be home soon, and then we'll plan to see RoTK. (She hasn't seen it yet.) And then tonight, my father and stepmother will take us out for a belated birthday dinner.



1I don't know about anyone else, but as far as I'm concerned, "brunch" at 9 A.M. is actually breakfast.

2I have been tired and headachy for a few days now. I think I'm getting sick, and I just hope it's not the mutant radioactive killer flu that's going around.

Date: 2003-12-27 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ljnp4u.livejournal.com
Unless you had breakfast at 3 AM but still want to throw in another meal at 9 AM. Hobbits would call it "Second breakfast" but not everyone lives in the Shire.

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