The only email I got today was from a relative. The subject line was "Coffee Christmas" and the body was a list of names, each followed by a particular food item - shrimp, ham, scalloped potatoes. Somewhere around "three bean salad", it occurred to me that I am the only member of my entire extended family over the age of eleven who is not in a relationship.
As much as I love three bean salad, this is the stuff holiday suicides are made of.
As I can see it, there is only one thing to do: I am going to spend the holidays in a cabin in the upper peninsula. I am going to eat a lot of pizza.
2 comments:
Dear Maria,
If your longing for the UP is driven by a sense of isolation - try downtown Chicago instead. The hordes of generally miserable people that ignore you because of their own self absorption is far more isolating than pine trees.
(and the Pizza will definately be better too)
TC
Downtown Chicago sounds awesome, but then I would say that. These entries are fantastic--thanks for starting it up! I wish I'd gotten to see "Playboy of the Western World," mind you (had to write a high school English paper on it). I've got a neat new blog name myself, but I think I'm going to keep it secret until I move. ;)
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