in england the second biggest night out of the year is christmas eve (the biggest is obviously new year). guys in short sleeved shirts and girls in strappy dresses and high heeled shoes queue for anything upto half an hour, in the freezing cold and pissing down rain, to get into overflowing pubs. they then queue again, once inside, to get a drink from the bar. the only people in england not out freezing their tits off and fighting to get served an alcoholic beverage on this night are dead people.
it turns out that canada is not a follower of this custom. all the bars in vancouver are closed on christmas eve. we walked from one to the next and upon finding each establishment dark and devoid of life we exclaimed one or all of the following, "what the fuck?". "this is crazy", "do we live in party town or what??". in the end we came home, opened a bottle of champagne and played trivial pursuit. i whipped his ass as usual (not literally :)).
8:03 p.m. - December 24, 2002
when i left work at noon i was practically jigging with happiness about the christmas vacation. then a few hours later i started thinking about how everyone else seemed to be visiting family and the coolest guy and i are so far away from ours. i dealt with this emotional dive by eating handful upon handful of crinkle cut chips and after eight mints (which is so very naughty since its not yet after eight) and then taking a nap. now i'm all perked up again and we are going for redbull and vodkas at subeez. i am wearing a very nice pink t-shirt with a sequined heart on the front. if you see me feel free to buy me a drink.
merry christmas diarylanders. thanks for keeping me company on long and boring days at work.
6:18 p.m. - December 24, 2002
one of the great things about christmas is that all the old friends you haven't heard from in way too long come crawling out of the woodwork to wish you a merry one. for some reason every time i get an email or a card and letter from a long lost pal i almost start to blubber like a dainty figure skater. today i got an email from 'roger the american' (as i always refer to him). roger was the probably my first friend from the US of A. before being fired for being an awkward lazy ass, he was working at the same company as the coolest guy in london (now he lives in DC and works for the US government earning serious piles of cash and fighting the good fight from within). roger spent his whole year in england bitching and moaning about absolutely everything. the supermarkets were too expensive, the coffee was shit, the pubs closed too early, you couldn't buy certain american foodstuff, apartments were too expensive to rent etc etc. i miss him :)
11:45 a.m. - December 24, 2002
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