Dec. 20th, 2006

I wrote this in my old journal in December 2000. The events it describes happened almost a decade ago now, but it's still a fine fine Christmas story, even if my voice is younger in it than I ever wanted any of you to hear it.

Several years ago, almost enough to be called many, Michael and I went to Baltimore, somewhere in the Christmas season. I suppose it was early December, but truthfully, I don't know. What I do know, is that we went to a bar called the Red Star, entering just as the sun went over the yard arm, as Michael used to say. I forget what it means, or the origin of the expression, but it definitely means it is now the appropriate time to drink. It was around 4pm, and close to dusk, in the way that dusk lasts for hours in the winter, thanks not just to the earth's orbit, but the cold and the clouds.

I cannot recall what we drank, although I suspect that he had beer, and at that time, I probably had wine, although I can't be sure. I do remember that other than the staff with their funny "can you guess what I did last night" t-shirts, we were the only people there, and that we ordered a bowl of their incredible peel-and-eat garlic shrimp for $4.95.

As we sat there, quiet from the day, warming up, loving the garlic and not talking about much of anything, probably because we didn't know where to begin, a fleet of perhaps 20 or so Santas came in.

The head Santa ordered "beards down!" and they all pulled off their fake beards, hanging them around their necks. Beer was ordered and they drank a good bit, occassionally singing seasonal songs, occassionally telling stories, one or two swearing, someone telling a sex story not as quietly as they thought.

Michael, being the man he is, started a conversation with one of them and we learned that they had just graduated from Santa school and were now off to work in malls or do whatever it is that Santas do this time of year.

They finished their beer and the head Santa shouted "beards up!" and they recomposed themselves and then marched out the door, all in a line, singing jingle bells.

Michael and I looked at each other and smiled. I at least (and for the sake of the story, he too), was in love with everything. We shook our heads, sipped our drinks, and chatted with the staff. Someone said screenplay, everyone just smiled.

Eventually, we went out into the chill night air of Baltimore, and, unless I'm comflating two trips, which is entirely possible, we went to some live music venue, and, as was common on our adventures, I imagined living somewhere other than here.

Merry Christmas.
For one of my jobs I contracted with 1-800-GOT-JUNK to come clear junk out of this house. I called yesterday to confirm. All was well. Then they just called me to see if I'd mind if they did it tomorrow instead.

YES I'D MIND! Who is going go be like "yeah, okay, sure" when they've just rescheduled multiple people's days around this thing. What the hell?

They are showing up as scheduled, but WHAT THE HELL?

gf beer!

Dec. 20th, 2006 02:40 pm
Eventhough I don't really like beer and I dislike the way the release seems to discuss eating gluten-free as a lifestyle choice as opposed to a medical necessity, it's a big big deal that a major corporation is recognizing gluten-related diseases and making a product that celiacs and the like can consume. Eventhough it's beer, it's step to cheaper and more readily available gluten-free foods as well as an acknowledgement that no, this is not all in our heads.

http://community.livejournal.com/celiac/455256.html

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