Occasionally, updates here carry significant meaning, but this one lacks that. It’s lengthy and somewhat pointless (that’s what she said)…yet it warrants mentioning.
This week, I’m off work, save for Friday (the annoying pot luck arrangements for cover during Christmas). I’m hoping that Friday remains calm without a rush of people being released. Much like a stoic, unflappable, rheumy-eyed St. Bernard, my presence tends to provide reassurance and calm to the more anxious ones, even if I’m rarely in demand. reassure and calm more panicky individuals.
Recently, I’ve been indulging way too much. Last week, I visited a modest halal burger place and was quite impressed with the food (it ranks in my top 3 burgers). It seems I have the most fun sober—just give me generous helpings of quality whisky, and I’m all set. It was wonderful to reconnect with friends we’ve known for over a decade and share laughter, teasing, and good-natured ribbing. It was also a time filled with good news.
Additionally, I’ve developed an unfortunate fondness for sweet gherkins, which appears to be a recognized holiday craving.
I also saw the new Star Wars movie, which was quite a treat—assuming you overlook the unintentional comedic moments (there’s always some fellow standing atop a ridiculously narrow tower doing who-knows-what when ships take off from the rebel base). In a technologically advanced society, everyone resides in ancient cities. Have you ever spotted a suburb in a Star Wars film? Nonetheless, the storyline and acting exceeded expectations, and it moved swiftly. By the end, I felt slightly dazed and battered.
To recover and discuss, we headed to a local bar, where the pints helped calm our frayed nerves as we delved into a thorough analysis of the movie. As always, great company—even if a bit rowdy at times. In hindsight, my temptation to sample the “Christmas Indulgence” cocktail (vodka/Baileys with a sprinkle of nutmeg) may not have been the wisest choice long-term, yet it was smooth heaven in a glass (I quietly suspect I might be a girl drink drunk). I must admit, my sea legs seem more seasoned than those of my friends. After three of these, we wobbled our way somewhat unsteadily to a burger joint to help soak up what we had consumed. The burger was excellent (though not in my top three).
Now comfortably settled at home, with music playing and a nice cup of tea steaming, I’m taking a break from Wolfe Hall to jot this down.
Tonight, I’m heading out for curry with more friends and looking forward to an evening that will be dry in terms of both humor and drinks.
Wishing everyone is soaking in the good cheer of Christmas.
by Jim Aborwhear
