Christmas Wrapping

Here's a great Christmas song from 1981 by The Waitresses. You may want to fast-forward through the first 45 seconds or so until the lyrics start (here are the lyrics for those of you keeping score at home). And yes, the BloodKillerDeathMan likes The Waitresses.

Where's Boston?

The forecast was for a dusting and so far, we have about 5" today. I know you all are gonna get sick of all these weather-related posts as though this blog were some sort of weather.com outpost on these here interwebs, but I can't get over all this snow.
This is the view out my office window. Normally, what's on the other side of the Mystic River is Boston -- the Prudential Building is like my personal North Star.
When I looked out today, I saw a whole lot of nothing. Then it got dark at 4:00, as it is wont to do this far north.
Now the drinking commences.
Note: it's 9:00 and still snowing. Is this normal?

How We Will Spend Christmas

We decided not to go anywhere for Christmas this year, so I made a plan for some real Boston fun. We have reservations for Christmas Eve night at the Parker House, home of (you guessed it) the Parker House roll and also the Boston Cream Pie. Malcolm X worked there and JFK was a huge fan. It is consummately Boston.
On Christmas Day, we're having what promises to be an amazing 5-course, prix fixe dinner at the Beacon Hill Bistro, about which the Boston Globe had this to say:
"The food and feel of the restaurant are like a soft but seductive melody, insinuating itself into your memory, calling you back."
I can't wait.
We'll let you know how it goes.

Season Tidings to all in the Airline Industry

Disclaimer: If you're a MOM, you shouldn't read this!

In the spirit of this special season of crowds, foul weather, cursing, and the most time-honored of travel traditions - getting our rights and personages violated - I have ordered myself a few special x-mas gifts! Make your own bumper stickers from www.makestickers.com! But seriously, I am really tired of the airport theater and I will not tolerate this shit anymore.



Delta airlines will always have a special place in the hell of my heart for their inhumane and classless treatment of Laura and I during her recent family crisis. That's why I ordered TEN of these.




There are a million stories about the bullshit violation of rights, so I will spare you ours (and C.T.s). But I felt this was quite appropriate. (Only got 5 of these)




I just thought this one was kind of cute! Hey, 'tis the season to get fucked... by the TSA. I ordered 5 of these.




Laura asked me to lay off the profanity, so whatever...I got five of these babies!


And the best part is: I ain't even bullshittin'.

Snow!

This is what it looks like outside our apartment. It started snowing at 12:30 and hasn't let up. As of now (6:00), it looks like about 8" have fallen. It's beautiful, but also treacherous. Jim is still out on his way home and I have admit, I'm a little worried about him, Colorado snow-driving experience and all. I got out of work and walked home as usual. Days like this make me especially grateful to live so close to the office.
It's supposed to stop around 9:00 and the predictions of 6"-12" look spot on right now. I don't think I've ever seen this much snow fall at one time.
Oh, apparently there's another storm heading our way late Saturday/early Sunday. Living in New England is an entirely new experience for a girl like me.

Open Remarks to the Red Sox Nation

You all are effing nuts. Effing crazy. Effing insane. Laura dragged my butt out of bed at 9:30am (okay, that's not that early, but still) to log into the Red Sox website because tickets went on sale at 10:00am.

Me in my kerchief, and her in her cap, sat at the terminals all effing day. We waited in their "virtual waiting room," which refreshes every 30 seconds and tells you if you have been randomly selected from the millions to be one of the privileged few (the audacity!) to be allowed to buy tickets. all effing day. Finally, at 6:30pm (and after some technology trickery...) we got standing room only tickets for a Saturday game and awful bleacher tickets for a Tuesday game, both at ridiculous prices.

I will say it a final time. You are all fucking nuts.

A picture is worth a thousand words...

...at least, that's what they say. A lot has transpired since our last post, so here are some pictures to help explain.





MA drivers licenses








Laura and my Father, Faneuil Hall








Thanksgiving with Laura's family in Wilmington, NC






drinks...


...with C.T. and Sam (and Petey and Lulu-Belle)
















Woodie's final resting place














Back to Boston...









... for coffee, and drinks










with Sally & Rob