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Again, my mother is at the hospital (working) this year. Both of the major holidays. And as usual I will be making a small saran-wrapped dinner and taking it up to her and leaving to go out and do whatever it is I do exactly. In past years, I've gone with the roommate to his family's shindig, but this year he is playing hooky (hookie?) to go skiing in West Virginia. So this year, I'm creating my own damn holiday. I call it "We Don't Need Your Stinkin' Turkey Anyway, Day" Festivities include, but not limited to, films at the Cedar Lee (cinematheque closed, grumble); a well made cheese sandwich; a perfect cup of espresso; and to top it all off- the grand finale! A cup of yoqurt covered pretzels. Maybe I'll even treat myself to a little online ordering of some well-deserved vinyl. Eat your heart out America- It's orphan day! Someone asked me at work if I had Beyonce on my Ipod. I told her to go here. |
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