I spent Christmas Eve the way most people spend Christmas Eve.: trimming the tree, nogging egg, eating pigs in a blanket and pizza bagels, and gritting their teeth through forced familial time. I spent time with my adorable niece, ignoring small talk about what I’m doing with myself these days, how my job was going, if I’m seeing anybody, etc, etc. I can’t stand these questions on a normal basis from people I care about and see on a semi-regular basis, let alone third cousins, great aunts, and boyfriends of family members I don’t even like.
I somehow got involved in a marathon texting conversation with Nicole and we fired back and forth about complaints about family, trying to one up each other. Of course, Chloe kept telling me to put my phone away, while still managing to give me the third degree. I successfully dodged the question by obtaining more alcohol. And then I found out Nicole was at her grandfather’s which is blocks away. I told her to duck out for a few minutes and meet me in the middle.
Quick on my feet, I grabbed a couple travel mugs, and stole some coffee. So we met in the middle and had a small little chat. She immediately noticed I was a tad tipsy, and I apologized. She brushed it off, but I could tell she wasn’t exactly pleased about it. I joked that my family was probably texting other people complaining about their drunk cousin/nephew/etc. I handed her the coffee and she asked if it was Irish. I said no, not yet, I didn’t want to water down my Jameson. I don’t think we really talked that much, aside from a few jokes and complaining about the cold. After fifteen minutes we both decided that we probably had to get back to our families. So we said goodbye, and as I get back I get a text saying, “I had a great time, maybe next time we can try for twenty minutes”.
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