Saturday: I won’t do Christmas. I have washing to do and want to watch a six-part BBC documentary on DVD about the Holocaust. Seriously.
Sunday: drinks with friends, asking me to come round Christmas Eve.
Monday: get off work early, pop home for a change of clothes and leave for dinner. Mate’s ex GF drops in drunk out of her skull. Mate’s new GF drops in. A scene. Everybody leaves.
Monday-Tuesday night: I see my pub’s still open. Joy all around. Meet girl; pub closes but we open a bottle of wine and continue to talk all night.
Christmas Day: slightly hung-over after all. Exchange text messages with girl who still remembers me and vice versa. We talk on the phone. I now have some kind of date I believe. Doctor Who Christmas episode next, woohoo!
Boxing Day: work, thinking about what an extra-ordinary Christmas it has been, again. Plans materialize for house sitting at my boss’s while he’s on holiday. I won’t spend January in the gloom of the city.
The jolly season.
26 December 2007 at 9:47 pm
For some reason that sounds like the perfect Christmas. I didn’t get around to watching a single Lost episode.
28 December 2007 at 12:45 am
That sounds like a good Christmas. I’d always prefer to have nothing lined-up and then everything that happens is a bonus, especially if it involves meeting a lovely lady!
I couldn’t be happier for you. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
28 December 2007 at 10:54 am
Hey, yeah, it was fun and has been so far.
Adem, you’re right, it’s like that with life and all: other than a spot of health and good luck, everything is a bonus.
Cheers!