of grace and beer
i've had many christmas eve traditions in my life, most warmly memorable is the time spent with my parents and siblings, anxiously scarfing down our Fillipi's pizza or homemade pea soup in order to get the commencement of tearing apart gifts started that much faster. as that tradition (sadly) faded away, it was replaced with a few delightful college years of watching the hours tick by in some dorm room of sorts, with my beloved doc-a-roo. as he moved to the opposite coast, i found myself reaching out to my catholic roots, and attending midnight mass at the Our Lady of the Rosary tiny italian church, if not for the sermon as much as the brooklyn-esque characteristics of the parishioners (as much a "how YOU doin'" as a "peace be with you" to go around. but this year, i couldn't have predicted i would be breaking all traditions by spending my eve with The White Rabbit and in the company of the long-lost acquaintances at the most unholy of establishments that my hometown has to offer. a strange night, but strangely peaceful, as i consoled and commiserated with a 'friend' of mine; a girl i've known since, we figured out, 3rd grade, but who i've never really been buddy-buddy with. but she answered a call, or perhaps it was the other way around, and we came together to share a moment, over a beer. christmas eve or not, it was a good reminder of life and love and all that stuff in between.
merry christmas, and god bless, every one.
current mood: thoughtfully reminiscent