Ah, the holidays.
Nov. 29th, 2002 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jlhHappy Hannukah everyone!
I wished that I knew the prayer for the menorah tonight so I could be subversive and say it while lighting devotional candles at St. Patricks. Somehow I really don't think G-d would mind.
What I think G-d certainly WOULD mind is the woman talking ON HER CELL PHONE in one of the pews. Listen, bitch, it may not be your church, it may not be my church anymore, but it's my mom's church, and a lot of other people's church, so show some fucking respect.
The parents are headed back first thing in the morning. Mom and I went grocery shopping today (yay! a car! whee!) and then she arranged some flowers for me which are just gorgoeous, and we hung up that Baselitz over the couch finally, and then Dad and I went through all my financial papers and chucked tons of stuff that I was keeping apparently for no good reason (like, cancelled checks from 1995) and Mom and I bagged a lot of recycling that was piled up in the corner. I sent them home with my personal correspondence for the last couple of years and a bunch of books (so I will have room for more).
I actually feel like I might not be drowning in paper. Anyone who has been in this apartment when it was not cleaned up for company will understand what an acheivement this is.
After dinner we saw the Bergdorf and Saks and Tiffany's and Takishimayo windows, and Rockefeler Center (though the tree isn't lit, the wicker angels are out). I'm feeling the Christmas spirit! I need to get myself to MoMA for holiday cards and I need to get some of those little lights for the tree . . .
I wished that I knew the prayer for the menorah tonight so I could be subversive and say it while lighting devotional candles at St. Patricks. Somehow I really don't think G-d would mind.
What I think G-d certainly WOULD mind is the woman talking ON HER CELL PHONE in one of the pews. Listen, bitch, it may not be your church, it may not be my church anymore, but it's my mom's church, and a lot of other people's church, so show some fucking respect.
The parents are headed back first thing in the morning. Mom and I went grocery shopping today (yay! a car! whee!) and then she arranged some flowers for me which are just gorgoeous, and we hung up that Baselitz over the couch finally, and then Dad and I went through all my financial papers and chucked tons of stuff that I was keeping apparently for no good reason (like, cancelled checks from 1995) and Mom and I bagged a lot of recycling that was piled up in the corner. I sent them home with my personal correspondence for the last couple of years and a bunch of books (so I will have room for more).
I actually feel like I might not be drowning in paper. Anyone who has been in this apartment when it was not cleaned up for company will understand what an acheivement this is.
After dinner we saw the Bergdorf and Saks and Tiffany's and Takishimayo windows, and Rockefeler Center (though the tree isn't lit, the wicker angels are out). I'm feeling the Christmas spirit! I need to get myself to MoMA for holiday cards and I need to get some of those little lights for the tree . . .
