A (REALLY BORING) CHRISTMAS STORY
I promised more. I never promised good.
Our Christmas started at the Philadelphia International Airport. It remained there several hours later as a single lonely US Airways employee slowly loaded bags into the cargo hold of our plane to Orlando. Very slowly. More slowly than Estelle Getty completing the Ironman Triathlon.
Finally, we arrived in the Seasonal Rain State. The rental house my niece booked did, in fact, exist, and we all settled in for the week. We called the maintenance guy to turn on the heat to the jacuzzi. It may come on sometime next week. It never heated up while we were there, but it was fun imagining we had a jacuzzi.
Day 2 was Christmas Eve. My sisters, their families, and my mother came over. Absolutely nothing happened. I mean, things happened, but I was too busy watching football and playing PlayStation with my brother to have paid attention. We played Trivial Pursuit. It was aptly named.
Ah, Christmas, when 33 adults and 9 children cram into a rental house and eat enough to feed several villages worth of tsunami survivors. The best part was when my grandnephew ran head first into the sliding glass door, and appeared to improve. My nieces organized a $20 buy-in Texas Hold 'Em game in lieu of watching their children. Who could blame them? I snagged two scratch-off lottery tickets in the Yankee Swap. I hope to parlay the $5 I won into a recording contract. Actually, I bought five Florida Lottery quick picks.
I'm getting tired of writing this, and let's face it, Christmas was the money shot anyway. Let's condense. Princesses (or at least really hot actresses playing princesses) everywhere at Disney. My grandniece peed on her mother. Traffic on I-4. My sister's dog peed on my wife. Traffic on 192. I conflated Susan Sontag and Erica Jong (I'm such an idiot). Several cell phone calls. More visits with my sisters. Lunch at Universal. "The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou" (loved it). More traffic on 192. The Pats beat the Jets (real life), and the Eagles beat the Falcons (PlayStation. I was the Eagles). An uneventful flight back to Philadelphia. And now I'm here typing this.
The Florida Lottery drawing is tonight. Wish me luck! If I win, either I never have to write in this blog again, or all I ever have to do is write in this blog. I hope I find out.