At the moment uncle and family (including Joe's current girlfriend) are chowing down on the cumulative labors of three families. The third one is attending 4pm mass and will be back afterwards to eat.
Apparently I didn't have to start my night at 5pm-ish for this whole church-singing deal. Instead I have to be there by 6pm. Parents still want to drag me to midnight mass... ech.
I'd rather go to those gigantic bonfire services.
Despite the festivities, I'm still not feeling the holiday spirit. Damned be the pragmatist.
And seeing how I don't find conversation with someone I hardly know (Joe's girlfriend) I'm refraining from the dinner table and am instead on the computer. Go me.
I have yet to make progress in any of my homework. Damned holiday obligations/triptophane-induced sleep.
I want a glass of the armagnac that uncle brought over to help lower my inhibitions. Who knows, I may also sing louder during mass.
Wishful thinking that that is.
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