I’m not a big fan of Christmas. I hate the traffic, the materialism of people’s blind credit card spending on shit they or their loved ones don’t need, the crowds of slow-walking fat people munching on jumbo pretzels, and the feeling that for another year my singledom will be rubbed in my face as miserable families and couples pretend they are happy.
Every year the company I work for gives a week off at Christmas. Last year I made the mistake of staying in town and had to suffer for it with nothing to do but dress up to go to Starbucks to hit on the high school aged baristas. I swore that I would not make the same mistake this year, so I’m going to Venezuela for the holidays. For New Years, I hope you have fun at whatever overpriced party you are going to. May your desperate search for a midnight kiss result in some action.
See you in 2006.
(P.S. Miss Metropolis may keep you entertained in my absence. )