Christmas Party Date Change

I've heard the stories. You're up til 4 am Christmas Eve putting together dollhouses and bicycles. You finish wrapping a few hundred packages, finish off a bottle of Scotch and you pass out on the couch while the test pattern plays on the tv set. Your kids are up at 6 am Christmas morning, kicking and screaming, and its non-stop chaos straight through to dinner. Then just when you think you can sit back and relax, its time to drive to Dundalk for the Christmas Party. And for some of you its such a long drive you need to keep your passports in the glove compartment.

So, in an attempt to make it easier for everyone to get to the Christmas party and to have a relaxing time, we're celebrating earlier this year on Sunday, December 21st from 6 - 10 pm.

You'll be getting the usual sarcastic Christmas invite via email soon. If I can find some time to design and write it. Right now, Patrick, my opera singer friend from Germany is snoring on my couch, his suitcases circling my coffee table like a Samsonite stonehenge. My apartment is such a wreck that it looks like the livingroom set from Sanford and Son. I haven't seen the rug in two weeks... I think its still there under all that stuff but there is a chance that it evolved into something with hairy legs and paws and crawled out of the apartment when I wasn't paying attention. I have one sad string of Christmas lights duct-taped around one window and thats about all I've managed to do around here in terms of decorating for the holiday. I'm hoping to get a tree sometime this week, but work is busy now and my sister (Carol) is due to visit this coming weekend. If all goes well I will still find time to buy a tree, slip a disk in my back from carrying it 10 blocks home and up four flights of stairs, and I will hopefully be out of the emergency room and out of a full body cast in time to leave for Baltimore. Of course, by the time I return back to New York my tree will be dead - browner and crispier than anything KFC has to offer. And then I will curse myself for selling my mother's social security number to my dry cleaner's sons so that I could afford to buy this 700 dollar NY Christmas tree even though I am never around to actually experience it. But if nothing else I know the little mice in my apartment really enjoy having a freshly decorated everygreen to chew and pee on. And I feel that if I can make one mouse's Christmas a little brighter than I'm one step closer to making the world a better place for all of God's creatures.

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