A Tale of Slight Exhaustion that Ends Happily (With Caffeine)
Posted by Moose on December 20th, 2006. Filed under: Tis the Season.I am a walking advertisement for New Conservatory Theatre. My drooping head just clonked down onto the listing waiting to be typed up and now the text is ground into my forehead. I am classier than Miss Piggy in a beer shack. Classier than Miss Piggy wearing a purple leather bustier in a beer shack. Chew on that.
I fell asleep on the couch last night at 8:00 and woke up just in time to stumble into bed before the clock struck midnight. (Actually, there was no clock striking. I like to think that I live with heavy Victorian furniture, William Morris wallpaper and wreaths made of dead relatives’s hair but, alas, I do not. Hence, no large clock to chime the hour.) Falling into a peaceful slumber of 12+ hours: good. Not getting to watch my freshly-delivered copy of Muppet Christmas Carol with Michael Caine as Scrooge and Rizzo the Rat as his employee because I was asleep: bad.
Well-rested yet droopy, I shuffled through my lunch hour searching for a vague bit of arcana requested back in October. An item I hope to god he still wants because, christ on a candy cane, it’s hard to find vague bits of arcana so close to Christmas. Shaking a sales person in William Sonoma when they say, “Vague bit of arcana? We don’t have that. Try Sur La Table” (after Sur La Table sent me to William Sonoma), is a low to which I have not yet sunk. But only because working retail at Christmas is possibly the only thing that is less fun than shopping retail at Christmas. Then I got my sense of humor back. Because whipping yourself into an ill-humored Scrooge-like froth over a vague bit of arcana is somewhat contrary to the spirit of the season. The spirit that says, “You should be spending more.”
So I checked my bank balance and yelled, “Be gone, cruel Spirit! I’ve spent enough! I even bought fancy wrapping paper! When will your insatiable greed be appeased?”
The Spirit replied, “After you buy an eggnog latte from Starbucks.”
So I went to Starbucks. Who am I to question the ways of the Spirit?
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