Of eggnog, showgirl dresses, and gettin on the road again...

Merry Christmas, all you yuletide young 'uns!  I am still trying to keep up with this blogging business, though I seem to be moving at a glacial pace...thank goodness it's almost January--resolutions 'r' us!

I hope this Christmas season finds you all well and enjoying eggnog at many a swinging soiree.  I myself have been enjoying myself indeed...I even managed to gather a group of merrymakers to carol for a cause.  There were doors slammed by self-professed atheists and doors not opened at all, but through it all we managed to raise quite a sum to donate to Living Water International. 

It really is the most wonderful time of the year.  But, even though I am the number one fan of the institution of the Christmas fiesta, I had one of the least enjoyable nights of my life this weekend on a night that held multiple festivities.  How did this happen?!  After all, 'tis the season to be jolly, drink a hot toddy, and expose your, ehh hmm, body??  Methinks not!  After only a mere goblet, I allowed my dear friend Bailey to dress me in her clothes.  Now, I was not alone, in fact, I was joined by two dear friends.  Why wouldn't we want to play dress up?  Bailey has oh so much flair and sparkly items, and for some reason we all wanted to be Diana Ross that particular evening, because nothing says Feliz Navidad like the Supremes...???  Hmm...questionable reasoning...

So, out we went, I in my pink dress and Molls in her black, all decked out for a Midtown attack.  Oh the stares I received, I cannot convey in words my discomfort.  I guess when people are used to seeing you dressed in a librarian-esque uniform and then suddenly see you wearing, well, less than a turtleneck, it's cause for comment...I guess...My favorite part of the entire affair was when people asked me what I was "up to lately" and I had to reply, whilst clad in hot pink number reminiscent of a mod squad Barbie, that I am moving to LA.  Clearly I looked like I was ready to hit the Hollywood strip; I caused more than one person to choke on their cocktails! Needless to say, I ran weeee weee weee all the way home as fast as I could and put my uniform back on.  Ahhh pants and turtleneck how I love thee!

But, of course, this brings up another issue entirely: I am hitting the pavement again...the freedom of the open road will be mine in mere weeks (yikes!).  After ringing in the New Year, I'm going to pack up my car (which, if I can sell mi auto, I am hopeful will be the most glorious of all automobiles invented...the noble station wagon!) and head out west to Los Angeles, the land of sun and speidi.  I am excited like woooahhhh and far too naive to be scared, a fact of which I am quite aware and which, actually, is enough to scare me.  So, more tales to follow, from the cross country trip and then from my LA life!

In the meantime, I hope that you all have a very Merry Christmas!  I will leave you with a verse from one of my all-time fav carols...

"He came down to earth from heaven, who is God and Lord of all, and his shelter was a stable, and his cradle was a stall; with the poor, the scorned, the lowly, lived on earth our Savior holy."