I'm spending the holidays in LA this year, and it's been great.
Christmas day in particular was a lot of fun. And weird. Definitely a little weird.
I woke up in a bed. Not too weird so far.
A girl was lying next to me.
Was that weird because there was only one? Was it weird because she was hot? No. Because one of the things that makes her hot is that she's the only person I know (besides me) that uses the word “preternaturally”? No. Was it weird at all? No, sorry, actually this whole paragraph is a weirdness dead end.
It was a little weird that the house we woke up in was a famous person's house up in the hills north of LA, which were covered in fog on Christmas morning, and that the beautiful house was filled with crazy, crazy things, including me and this girl, and that we had chinese food and then went to Barney's Beanery and ate Irish nachos and chicken fingers and had martinis and a little kid beat me and my friend Jeff at air hockey again and again, which I guess is probably a pretty fun thing for a kid to do on Christmas.
A fun thing for adults to do is see Bad Santa on Christmas day, which we did. After the movie there was a brief interlude of cake and pie at Mel's Diner, just enough food to fortify us against the kinds of activities we engaged in immediately afterward at Coach and Horses. Jeff claims the bartender wrote her number on his arm, and I guess I want to believe that happened because it's a pretty cool way for one of my most favorite (and slightly weird) Christmases ever to have ended.Posted by jjwiseman at December 30, 2003 11:55 AM