Missing Person Report

Perhaps you thought the party killed me? That the sheer amount of gin imbibed Saturday night kept me in bed through Monday evening?

Nah, I'm just lazy. After the Saturday night festivities (gin! artichoke dip! some rather excellent white elephants! people who should not be allowed to mix their own cocktails!) I ignored the sea of martini glasses on my counter and spent Sunday in my pajamas watching English detective shows on the BBC channel. I had to go to work yesterday (I know. So unfair.) and then came home and put on my pajamas and read an English mystery novel. I probably only checked my email, like, five times yesterday instead of the usual 47. Lay. Zee. This is what happens when you spend the previous two weeks up to your eyelashes in flour, sugar and cracked eggs.

The laziness needs to end, though, because my mom and dad are flying for Christmas this weekend for, like, the first time EVER. We never flew home to the states for Christmas when I was a kid and I always flew to Italy for Christmas when I was in college, but then I got married and Phillip's company ignored my seventeen manifestos on Why People Need Two Weeks Off At Christmas Every Year No Matter What Because SERIOUSLY How Cruel and Scrooge-like Are You? So I had to stay here, but that was okay, because my grandma can show you a rockin good time around the holidays. Or at least a festively decorated one.

But this year? The parents are coming HERE. My little sisters are well and truly pissed off ("No skiing in the Dolomites? No trips to the Saturday market where Mom will buy me anything I want? No daily visits to Stradella's, God's own cappuccino venue? We have to stay here and go to STARBUCKS?!") but whatever. I am way excited. Especially because the Freakin Adorable Nephew is arriving this weekend as well and last I heard, he's about 400 pounds heavier since I saw him last spring. And I know you all will agree- fat babies are the cutest.

Anyway, all that is to say: I need to clean my house.

(Those of you who came to my Christmas party? I did not clean for you. Sorry.)

Instead of cleaning I went to see the Harry Potter movie. I am a big fan of the books and rather bitter and cynical about the movies. Mostly because Hermione? DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THAT. Just, no. No no no. WRONG. I grudgingly go to these movies because Phillip wants to go. And I don't reread the books beforehand because I just get annoyed at all the Fred and George jokes they leave out. But. But! This fourth movie? Is NOT BAD. I think I had a little more grace for Emma Watson because the kids are older and Hermione may have thinned out a little and regained control of her hair by now. (As a compromise, I suppose, the Evil Hair People gave us back Hermione and instead allowed red-haired dead animals to drape themselves over the heads of Ron, Fred and George. What is up with those 'dos boys? Is that the Look now? Because I am old and approaching my 10th High School Reunion (which I am most certainly not attending, AS IF) and not up on what the Kids are doing These Days. But oh, that hair is terrible.)

So the hair people were having issues and Mrs. Weasley was nowhere to be found, but the Quidditch World Cup was AMAZING and Maggie Smith telling the students about the Yule Ball was ADORABLE and Mad Eye Moody was CRAZY and is there any doubt that Ralph Fiennes is Evil Incarnate? I think not. Get thee to the theater.

(But I also want to see 'The Family Stone', so maybe we shouldn't rush to heed my movie recommendations.)

And now I need to um, write my Christmas cards lest they become, oh, President's Day cards. Boo.

Comments

[jackie]

I rather liked the Fred and George Weasley 'dos. I have a thing for redheads with shaggy hair though...must have watched too much Scooby Doo growing up :P

[jackie]

AND, I had no idea Ralph Fiennes played You-Know-Who. I'll never see him the same way again. (I just had to google it to figure that out.)

[yoonie]

I, too, want to see The Family Stone. Too bad you don't live in New York (or that I don't live in Seattle)?