The holidaze are over, the tree is in the attic and the balls are boxed. Yet the remains of the ham, make that hams, engorge the fridge.
Funny how we celebrate the birth of such a nice Jewish man with ham, ham and more ham.
It was the Christmas of the five hams, Palm Ridge Whiskey, a ginger bread house, RELATIVES and Bacardi & V8.
Here’s the thing; I was pickled enough on the Palm Ridge that I did not want to drink more of it when I wouldn’t really appreciate it, but I was not quite lubed enough to make it through the rest of the hamlibration relative fest, so I improvised. The eggnog was gone so, it was mix the Bacardi with V8 or some of our cat piss coffee. A toss up.
I considered mixing up some Metamucil and spiking that with a shot, you know just to make sure I didn’t get stuck with any of that ham for more than a day or so, but that seemed a little too much like an ex-cougar who’s been looking at 39 in the rear view mirror for a long droopy time. V8 it is!
“Yes mom I know which end of the vacuum sucks, I just missed a spot.”
“Mom in-law, please come out of the kitchen… No, I will do the dishes tomorrow morning. Yes I was going to let them sit all night.”
“No really un-named relative, I’m sure that gift from another un-named relative wasn’t meant as an insult, it’s a gift. Ok, no you're right, I’m sorry, I hate them too.”
Is it wrong to drink alone in the garage on Christmas day?
But I do try to appreciate having family around; time moves quickly these days and we should spend it with our loved ones as often as possible. Even if that means I have to start spiking the Geritol. Should I put celery in that or a thermometer?
Alas, the holidays! Five hams; ours, the in-laws, the brother’s, the office party’s, and some that was left in our mailbox by our neighbor, 5 pounds and five golden rings.
It used to be telephone rings, then cells and now Skype. In an effort to stay modern and not become stifled in outdated holiday traditions I am moving past the drinking and dialing phase and into a drinking and Skyping phase.
Not a good idea, unless you restrict your calls to girl friends whose nick-names begin with Crazy, or in some cases, Krazy.
Video calls connecting…
8PM: “Merry Christmas girl, how are you do- are you naked? Gross, you know I can see that right?”
8:30PM “Merry F-ing Christmas beyotch… What makes you thinks that? No that’s just V8.”
9:15PM “Hey home skillet, wanna see what I got for Christmas? Yes, I’m nekked, it’s perfume. See?.. Huh?... What mole?... Quit harshin my buzz, I’ll get it looked at next year.”
9:45PM “That’s right, she said your gift was an insult, it was kinda shitty… Hey don’t disconnect, I want you to look at my mole.”
Next year we are going to quietly leave town on December 20th and not return until all the hams have been eaten.