I usually love Xmastime and under normal circumstances I never really want it to end. In fact when I was little I would keep a shoebox of Xmas things in my closet with xmas cards, cassette tapes of xmas music, random ornaments, and even newspaper clippings of xmas crap that would cheer me up in summer months when the holidays seemed so far away. Borderline OCD, I know, but I think I always been a sucker for the idea that Christmas brings out the best in people and I really have quite the collection of fond memories of holidays in New Orleans. Yet, since I have moved to San Diego travelling back home has always been quite the task yet so worth the effort no matter how quick the trip may be. 3 years ago I even ended up staying in SoCal over Xmas and it really just wasn’t the same. I was ok for the most part but depressed on xmas day. I seriously wanted to cry and vowed to try my best to never let it happen again.
In any case, this year has been a bit more stressful for me than most. I’m not stupid and I know better than to take for granted all of the wonderful things that I am lucky to have but there’s nothing like the stress and responsibility of owning and operating your own business to suck the holiday cheer right out of you. That stress compounded with the fact that holiday parties, shopping, gift wrapping, fatigue, and San Diego’s cold and exceptionally wet weather this December were all getting in the way of my daily work out and alone time, which I value very much. I felt like I wasn’t operating at 100% and I kind of just wanted it to all be behind me so I could get back to my normal routine and focus on work and plans for business in 2009.
So, woe is me. Cue the violins. Nah. I did have an amazing time back in New Orleans but 3 days was one of the quickest trips I have ever done back south, and when you have to factor in time for annual traditions that cannot be bypassed, there is little time to just sit with anyone and have a lengthy conversation about anything. On XMas night, I was able to break away from the family and make my way to Bruno’s (Uptown) and the French Quarter but we never really got any farther than Decatur St. to hit up Molly’s and the Circle Bar (Old Matador) but I did see this guy puke into his napkin/hands while standing up/dancing on the dancefloor. Makes the whole trip to the quarter well worth it. Made a pit stop at the late night hotspot the Saint but whatever Death Metal the dj was playing just wasn’t my cup of tea.
Day after Xmas about 12 of us from my dad’s side of the family ate at the awesome Lebanese restaurant Mona’s in Mid- City. A favorite of my grandma Rita’s. I admit I was wee bit hungover from the previous nights shennanigans but I think the funniest part of the whole vacation was at this lunch table. It was really just a major case of the innapropriate giggles that could not be stopped no matter how hard I tried. It all started when we were talking about how my aunt Judy and Uncle Keith lived right around the corner. Well, I had a flashback at that moment to my aunt judy babysitting me sometime shortly after I had been potty trained. I recalled running to the bathroom with the urgency to urinate that only a small child (or really drunk adult) can understand and peeing all over the carpeted toilet seat cover….like the kind that matches your hand towels. LOL! So, the thought pops in to my head and all I had to do was look at my cousin Jan and I started to crack and just began laughing. I didn’t even bother explaining but it had already started and no matter how hard I tried I could not stop laughing.
Well, somehow the conversation at the tables segues into people’s picky eating habits and my Uncle Keith starts talking about his freind’s daughter who is so picky that she orders hot dogs with mustard…minus the hot dog, she like crackers with Kraft Parmesan cheese, and she LOVES French Fries! Me and my cousin Juli are looking at each other and instantly start laughing because we have the same sense of humor. My mom’s looking at me like I’m crazy or stoned. Then my grandma’s like “oh, well, she’s young, she’ll grow out of that” and my uncle’s like “oh no, she’s like 14 years old” and my grandma responds with her typical “Now You Know…that’s a crying shame!” I TOTALLY LOST IT! You obviously have to know my family and the typical banter at the table or at family gatherings. Most of you won’t get it but I have to write it down to eternalize it. The thought still makes me laugh so hard I cry.
Anyway, after that I had to start prepping food and Gina’s house for a social gatheirng that sounded like such a great idea weeks in advance but after 2 nights of nonstop socializing and drinking and after of all the cleaning and cooking all I wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. I somehow powered thru and had an awesome time catching up with friends I had not seen in years and even met some cool new folks that I’ll hopefully be reaquainted with when I return in April for Jazz Fest. My parents even came by for a bit and stocked us with beer and ice.
I really had a good time in New Orleans and even though my business was out of sight it was never totally out of mind and I was really eager to get back and sell some stuff and work on my ideas for 2009. I guess that’s one of the shitty things about growing up. Responsibility has a way of interfering with having a good time. I hope that the New Year will bring all of us more success and less to worry about so we can all kick back and enjoy ourselves for a bit.