When your parent works for a church, religion isn't a hobby or something you do on occasion-it is everywhere. Hell, it is work. And this is what my Christmas Eve usually consists of; waiting around the church campus while my mother works, running the Christmas pagent, working the after pagent party (the only good part is the cookies). I'm used to it by now, so it doesn't depress me as it used to. I just sat around the patio, listening to Momus' Stars Forever (buy this album, I command you!), dancing around and laughing at the ironic funny lyrics as children ran around in angel wings and shepard robes, beating eachother with their crooks.
The pagent was as cute as ever; the mistakes just make it more endearing. Joseph and Mary fought over the mike (we joked that they were having marital problems), one of the sheep ran randomly up the aisle back and forth from her mom to the stage. It always looks like it's going to fail at the dress rehersal but it always works out; the church always loves it.
Afterwards, some parishoners who helped with the pagent invited us over to a party, and we stayed for a couple hours. Mainly I just watched the kids run around with the cat, the boys right behind them. It made me think of when I was little, doing the exact same thing (except to torture the cat I put syrup on her. Don't ask me why). Christmas really is a childrens' holiday, which is why I guess it is so depressing when you get older.
For dinner my mom and I went for Thai food at our favourite place; I had duck noodle soup, which was awesome, and she had yellow curry. We mainly spent it listening to the guy next to us blabber away to his friend about his past relationships with guys and a bunch of other stuff. We're mean and couldn't help laughing at him because he was so pompous and annoying! It's fun to listen to other people's conversations.
I mainly got CD's for Christmas (which I picked out, because I like obscure indie pop/rock), but I felt bad for my mom-everyone gave her religious crap! She said she would prefer a sex toy when I asked her. The worst was this absolutely HIDEOUS cresh that was just...*barf*. I laughed at it for about twenty minutes.
Christmas day was spent cleaning the house (well, Mom did), and I just sat listening to more Momus while drinking coffee, which I found very enjoyable. Check out his site, it's great.
Later we went out to Old Town to see Pride and Prejudice, which was great (Kiera Knightly was gorgeous in it). I think the photography was some of the best I've ever seen, and the acting was superb. I recomend seeing it.
Today we went to the mall to get a Christmas present for my aunt, who's coming tonight from Pennsylvania, but it was so awful and crowded we couldn't find anything. Basically we spent an hour in traffic to get in. I felt like I was transported into Brave New World...*shudders*.
I finally got the second part of my story up: The Painter: Part II. Here you get to meet David, who's hillarious! He's never really had a real relationship before, only with a bunch of younger men whom he thought beautiful, but in the end their shallowness drove him crazy. But! I shall say no more!
Anyways, I guess I'll get back to writing it...my aunt should be here in an hour or so. I just have one word to say though:
Making beds sucks.
Oh, and happy boxing day for those in the UK:)