December 19
There is so much to think about from this weekend. I love and hate the holiday season.
I hosted a potluck on Friday. I worried that no one would come or that too many people would come. I worried that we'd have 19 different kinds of cookies and nothing else (evidently I'm not cut out for the 'luck' aspect of potluck). But in the end everything was fine. There were many people, but not so many that we couldn't fit them all in. And there was plenty of selection. And so much cheese! My god, if I were a cheese-eater I'd have been thrilled. As a cracker-eater I was delighted.
Saturday night I saw Mark's band, Woodpigeon, at a church. They played with Remotekid. I must have seen Woodpigeon a half-a-dozen times in the last 5 months, but I don't tire of them. I can't believe that most of these songs weren't even written 7 months ago. Mark's friend Ching performed with the band for the first time, and she's got this gorgeous, soulful voice.
After the joyous-yet-peaceful church performance, we made the mistake of going to the Hop in Brew for a drink. Last Saturday before Christmas: it was packed. Sam's friends Owen and Steve made room for us at their table. Otherwise we'd never have found a seat. It was too noisy and hectic for me. I went home and slept late, barely making it to work on time.
The 2nd Annual Christie-Rodrigues Chess Invitational was Sunday night. I brought my little brother. Avoiding competitive chess required complicated sleight of hand on my part, but I pulled it off. Saying good-bye to Larissa a second time was sadder than previously anticipated. I fell asleep on the couch watching SpongeBob and was herded into bed at 2am.
What remains of this week is: a job interview, Christmas shopping, the chance to see some old friends, packing. Jason and I leave for Canmore on Friday.
I hosted a potluck on Friday. I worried that no one would come or that too many people would come. I worried that we'd have 19 different kinds of cookies and nothing else (evidently I'm not cut out for the 'luck' aspect of potluck). But in the end everything was fine. There were many people, but not so many that we couldn't fit them all in. And there was plenty of selection. And so much cheese! My god, if I were a cheese-eater I'd have been thrilled. As a cracker-eater I was delighted.
Saturday night I saw Mark's band, Woodpigeon, at a church. They played with Remotekid. I must have seen Woodpigeon a half-a-dozen times in the last 5 months, but I don't tire of them. I can't believe that most of these songs weren't even written 7 months ago. Mark's friend Ching performed with the band for the first time, and she's got this gorgeous, soulful voice.
After the joyous-yet-peaceful church performance, we made the mistake of going to the Hop in Brew for a drink. Last Saturday before Christmas: it was packed. Sam's friends Owen and Steve made room for us at their table. Otherwise we'd never have found a seat. It was too noisy and hectic for me. I went home and slept late, barely making it to work on time.
The 2nd Annual Christie-Rodrigues Chess Invitational was Sunday night. I brought my little brother. Avoiding competitive chess required complicated sleight of hand on my part, but I pulled it off. Saying good-bye to Larissa a second time was sadder than previously anticipated. I fell asleep on the couch watching SpongeBob and was herded into bed at 2am.
What remains of this week is: a job interview, Christmas shopping, the chance to see some old friends, packing. Jason and I leave for Canmore on Friday.
1 Comments:
yay mountain christmas!!! and congratulations on the job interview! you are the best.
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