Alternative Christmas

This Christmas I was an orphan. 

Being that I was expecting to be in New Zealand for Christmas this year, I didn't have enough time to book a ticket home to California. So Christmas Eve was spent with my Jewish friends. Eating sushi, taking about weird things as well as the usual holiday bullshit of family and ex's. Consumption of whiskey and coffee followed and when that was finished I left for Christmas Eve part 2, featuring Sami Felgmaker and her lovely boyfriend, Bob. Their adorable apartment appropriately named Mustache Manor because of all the artsy, Portland like things that make and collect, really set the tone of my unexpected orphan Christmas in Portland. We drank hard cider, had D&M's about love and shared heartfelt secrets while watching the Family Stone. Being that I had indulged in all the different types of Christmas liquors I decided that I didn't need a DUI for Christmas and crashed at Sami's.
Christmas day I woke up in Sami's room mates room which offered a few hilarious sites including Robert Pattison that wore a perfect hand made mustache (courtesy of mustache manor) and glitter clothes pins that held picture after picture of Ryan Gosling. The giggles continued when the boyfriend called got me up to date on his Kentucky redneck Christmas. The giggles furthered for the rest of the day as Sami, Bob and I drank champagne, made fun of the pug, crafted and eavesdropped on talking to our weird families.
I'd say this Christmas didn't suck. It's always a weird time of year for me, as it is for plenty others. So now, as Santa is well on his way back to the North Pole, I sit here in my empty house, blogging, and watching Alice in Wonderland with the cats. And a quote from this childhood movie that is so relative to now, is as follows..