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mariah to tori / aftermath / pie
Dec. 11th, 2011 03:24 pmThanks to multiple trips to the mall in recent days, I have a head full of Christmas songs, all of them poppy and irritating. I have "All I Want For Christmas Is You" on mental repeat, along with a million versions of "Last Christmas." Because I am permanently too cool for Top 40, I did not know who sang the "All I Want" song until I looked it up, at which point I discovered that I share a birthday with Mariah Carey. This is neither good nor bad news, I suppose, except it makes me feel more connected to a song that I'd just as soon never hear again. I was going to say that I prefer "classic" Xmas music if I have to listen to Xmas music, except then I realized that these songs are pretty old and are probably considered classics already by a lot of people. Also, that's not really true, since my favorite holiday music currently is Tori Amos's Midwinter Graces from a few years ago. I bought it on my ipod while I was working on Rhi's advent calendar (with Rhi's help) and subsequently lost it when I thought I was actually backing it up. I hate iTunes. I was unable to find a link to the lovely "A Winter's Carol" except for a snippet on the amazon page, but here's another of my favorites: Holly, Ivy and Rose, which she sings with her daughter (and which kicks into gear at about the 1:30 mark).
The Mr.'s work party was on Friday and I survived unscathed, for the most part. It took place at a popular restaurant/bar at the back of the bar area and it was dark, incredibly loud, and absolutely crammed full of people, both party attendees and bar patrons. I looked very nice and was, if anything, somewhat over-dressed. I wore heels and ended up being one of the tallest people in the room, which did make me feel a bit conspicuous. Thankfully, I really didn't have to talk to anyone beyond introductions, so my worries about coming up with things to say were all for naught. Still, it was tempting to just get drunk, but I limited myself to a single drink once I realized that there wasn't anything I was willing to eat from the buffet. Despite the fact that there was nothing required of me whatsoever, I remained on stressed-out high alert until long after the party was over. I was also starving, so the Mr. was kind enough to fry me some eggs.
And in other Mr.-cooking-related news, he woke me up this morning with fresh coffee and a piece of homemade apple pie, which strikes me as one of the better ways of being awakened!
The Mr.'s work party was on Friday and I survived unscathed, for the most part. It took place at a popular restaurant/bar at the back of the bar area and it was dark, incredibly loud, and absolutely crammed full of people, both party attendees and bar patrons. I looked very nice and was, if anything, somewhat over-dressed. I wore heels and ended up being one of the tallest people in the room, which did make me feel a bit conspicuous. Thankfully, I really didn't have to talk to anyone beyond introductions, so my worries about coming up with things to say were all for naught. Still, it was tempting to just get drunk, but I limited myself to a single drink once I realized that there wasn't anything I was willing to eat from the buffet. Despite the fact that there was nothing required of me whatsoever, I remained on stressed-out high alert until long after the party was over. I was also starving, so the Mr. was kind enough to fry me some eggs.
And in other Mr.-cooking-related news, he woke me up this morning with fresh coffee and a piece of homemade apple pie, which strikes me as one of the better ways of being awakened!
