I'm sitting home, all grouchy and congested, actually kind of bummed that for the first time in ten or so years, I'm not cooking for Thanksgiving. And yes, even though I bitched about it for the last half of those ten years, I may miss it a little. Probably less so tomorrow, when I get to come home to a house free of filthy dishes.
Growing up, my mom always used to try and force my family to behave like her favorite tv family, The Waltons. From gifting me with flowered frocks that I always promptly returned, to attempting to yell us into behaving like normal human beings, it never quite worked out for her. One thing she did always make us do was list something we were grateful for that year.
So I decided to come up with some things I'm happy about:
• My beautiful shiny new iBook. Sure, now that I can finally run iTunes at home, my iPod is broken, but the Macintosh gods are replacing it, so all will be well shortly.
• That my Special Naked Friend strongarmed me into getting cable, which means I can pretty much watch Law & Order 24/7 if the spirit moves me. (As it often does.)
• That NY Press fired me before they ran this story. Getting canned by frat boys who consider that suitable reading material, turns my dismissal into a great big compliment.
• Reaching the Unembarrassable Age. Meaning yesterday, I walked into Earwax, my local hipster record store and asked for the new Madonna CD. After making fun of my request to my face and then again to coworkers, he had to grudgingly hunt through boxes to find it. (Oh, sorry it's not the new "Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!"—I'm uncool!) Then, after he told me it was $18.99, I told him it was much cheaper at Virgin and I'd be making my purchase there. And I didn't even care that he curled his lips and rolled his eyes in my direction.
• Starting my Christmas shopping early this year, buying cute colorful prezzies at Love Shine. Not only did I get an early start, Alex, the owner, gave me a pretty little Mexican calendar, so I can start next year off right.
• I know I'm getting ahead of myself here, but Diamanda Galas is playing the Knitting Factory on Valentine's Day. I can't think of a more special way to spend my second most hated holiday.
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