Home for the Holidays

Traveling for the holidays = not quite what I expected. But that isn't particularly a bad thing.

Sure, I was cursing the buses at 6.50AM on Tuesday, but that has more to do with public transit than travel. And it does teach me about faith. I have faith that I will get where I need to go. Or that if I don't, then that is what is meant to happen. *sigh*

I was braced for crazy humanity and security. Yeah. It took me about 10 minutes to check in, get through security and plunk butt down at my gate.

But I had a total Home for the Holidays moment. One of my favorite movies, putting the fun in dysfunctional. So the protagonist Claudia is flying back to MD (from Chicago!) to spend time with her crazy family. And her mom played by the marvelous Anne Bancroft chides her for not having a coat, providing a hideous, huge pink thing. Sure enough, I step off the plane, my mom asks if I have a proper coat, then produces this monstrous, fire-engine red down puffy coat. And I think the major way it provides warmth is not so much the down (which is pretty squishy), but the fact I could probably fit another person in there with me. Any takers? Ideally skinny geeks? But excellent for hiding my Turkey-day related gluttony!

Mostly loafed around the house, rearranging my fam's TiVO, going out for some Chinese at the place we used to order from when I was little, for my sister's birthday. It was good to just hang around with a sense of ease I don't usually enjoy. Complete with dorking out to History Channel.

no iTunes: Watching a special on Blue Man Group