anamnesiac

recap of the trip to houston:

the posada
fun, awkward, strained in parts, but overall, a success. songs were sung, tiny ceramic baby jesus’s were carried, rosaries were mumbled, pi�atas were broken, and tamales were eaten.

the christmas eve dinner
gourmet pizza gone horribly awry. i don’t feel like talking about it.

the lord of the rings
too many weeping hobbits.

the gift-exchange
NEW LUGGAGE! A GIANT CHOCOLATE KISS! SOCKS! A SMALL ORANGE HORSE MADE OUT OF SOME KIND OF PETROLEUM BYPRODUCT THAT SPLATS ON THE WALL BUT THEN OOZES BACK INTO IT’S ORIGINAL SHAPE LIKE THE METAL GUY IN TERMINATOR!

the trip to the graveyard
the way that regret beats on your solar plexus like a gavel.

my grandmother
the way she interrupts the conversation if she thinks it is leading to a heated discussion. the way she wolfs her food. the way she tells everyone not to get her any gifts, and then beams when everyone gets her gifts anyway.

the trip home
long.

bed
bliss.