Title: Bah humbug
Ah, home. The place you come back to once a year to be reminded why you left to begin with. Amazingly, there's been very little dysfunctional family drama this year (other than my mother still being in denial about my sexuality, but what Locke family gathering would be complete without that). The most staggering thing about Christmas this year is that we didn't get any of the "01-01-00" millennium garbage as presents. Thank God. Ian and I were taking bets on how much of that shit we were going to have to do something with when we got back to Denver. I am happy to report that we received (and gave) nothing to do with the Bug That Shall Not Be Named.
We're going to Jackson in a bit to hook up with my friend Sharyn and see if that drunkard, Kevin, is around. I hear nasty rumors that he hopped a plane north, but we'll see. One thing I do wish is that Becca was around, but she's overseas with the Peace Corps.
We arrived Christmas day around 2 PM and drove down to my grandmother's place to eat dinner. I hurt myself eating, y'all. It was great. I listened to Nine Inch Nails' Pretty Hate Machine on the plane coming down here (to get properly in the holiday spirit, you know, and to fortify myself to face my family). It's amazing what Trent Reznor screaming "Fuck" in your ear will do to your mood. I was all kinds of happy when we landed. So far I've seen all my cousins (except my junkie cousin), my sister, my brother, my best friend from childhood, my grandparents and my aunt and uncle on my dad's side. I think that's enough family togetherness for another year, don't you?
-- marcie.