'Twas the Night Before Christmas
Trip Start
Sep 05, 2007
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Trip End
May 01, 2008
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
'Didn't feel very festive,
Even though I was soused.
I am now unemployed again. I enjoyed my time at Beca, or at least as much as I could while working. It is now almost time to move on again. I am "wallowing" in the fact that I do not have to drag my sorry ass out of bed before noon on any given day (I don't actually sleep in much, I am busy doing things).
The last day at work wasn't very productive, as it involved, possibly, a bit of drinking. Beca had a Christmas thing at a fairly fancy club
It is currently sunny, clear, warm and there is no Christmas music. I am being served by an attractive girl with pink hair.
Tonight is Christmas eve if you weren't able to guess by the cheesy poem. My flat is having a big BBQ tonight, after which we are all going out on the town.
Since I left work all I have been doing is partying and surfing. It is almost like a dream; no, really, everything is "fuzzy". My body hates me and I am having trouble convincing my body not to reject the beer I feed it. Unfortunately for my body, the partying isn't going to stop any time soon.
I am always left disappointed by someone this time of year. This year being no different. Fortunately I've had several people willing to "adopt" me for Christmas
I miss my family. I also miss several friends from Edmonton and elsewhere in Canada. This is my first Christmas without family, snow, gifts, a Christmas tree and crazy amounts of stress. Despite this I still haven't had another feeling of home-sickness.
Merry Christmas to all my family and friends, both new and old.
And all through the house,
'Didn't feel very festive,
Even though I was soused.
I am now unemployed again. I enjoyed my time at Beca, or at least as much as I could while working. It is now almost time to move on again. I am "wallowing" in the fact that I do not have to drag my sorry ass out of bed before noon on any given day (I don't actually sleep in much, I am busy doing things).
The last day at work wasn't very productive, as it involved, possibly, a bit of drinking. Beca had a Christmas thing at a fairly fancy club
Santa in Boardshorts
. The booze was free. they now regret letting us in. I exchanged numbers, emails and promises to stay in touch with a few members and left (around the time the tab ran out) to drink the night away elsewhere. I woke up with a couple emails "sans" names. Probably a poor judgment call, assuming I would remember who they belonged to.It is currently sunny, clear, warm and there is no Christmas music. I am being served by an attractive girl with pink hair.
Tonight is Christmas eve if you weren't able to guess by the cheesy poem. My flat is having a big BBQ tonight, after which we are all going out on the town.
Since I left work all I have been doing is partying and surfing. It is almost like a dream; no, really, everything is "fuzzy". My body hates me and I am having trouble convincing my body not to reject the beer I feed it. Unfortunately for my body, the partying isn't going to stop any time soon.
I am always left disappointed by someone this time of year. This year being no different. Fortunately I've had several people willing to "adopt" me for Christmas
Main Beach
. Damon, my flat-mate (a good guy) has invited me out to spend the day water-skiing with his family. I have, however, chosen to spend Christmas with some other "orphans", drinking and playing games (that may or may not involve booze). I am really glad to have people to spend Christmas with and am really happy to have such great room-mates.I miss my family. I also miss several friends from Edmonton and elsewhere in Canada. This is my first Christmas without family, snow, gifts, a Christmas tree and crazy amounts of stress. Despite this I still haven't had another feeling of home-sickness.
Merry Christmas to all my family and friends, both new and old.


