Merry Kitsch-mas.

I am happy to report that I have forgiven NHP for the whole I need a man comment. After all he is a man, and why wouldn't he take that opinion. Besides, men do come in handy from time to time and as soon as I'm over the bitterness from the last man I had, I'll be sure to get the new & improved irish spring scented replacement. The end of last week. Friday NHP, Tori, and I went to two art openings. The first was a joke! It was held at the "Art and Wine Something or Other Crappy Gallery." The place was a closet. An over-ambitious closet. Once we crawled through the doorway to Narnia, we were greeted by the White Witch- a middle aged blonde from Amsterdam. She was probably beautiful once upon a time. Her handshake was like holding a cold jellyfish. It was her job apparently to inform visitors that the artist could not make it tonight. Her whole being translated into English as plain ol' creepy. When we explained that we knew the artist and really just came to support her, I half expected Ms. Amsterdam to offer up some Turkish delight just to keep us there. What I saw of Christina Roy's paintings was fabulous but we couldn't get out of that hole fast enough. The second art stop was at Naked Art for the Kitsch-mas ornaments. Everything was definitely titled correctly as kitsch. I do love that sort of thing. I just didn't see anything I couldn't live without. After Naked Art we went to NHP's apartment for some refreshments. They decided to go out to the High Note another one of Birmingham's fine establishments that I can live without. Instead I opted for a short visit with Monkfisher. I stayed just long enough to gaze at the incredible view of the city from his livingroom window and rummage through all his stuff rendering him a nervous wreck. ( I like to test people's boundaries.) Saturday I spent every last dime I had on Christmas gifts for angelbaby. Got a flat tire on the way home. I'm seeing a pattern here with my car. Broken windshield, expired tag, 2 tickets, flat tire. Is there such a thing as car karma? I haven't hit anyone lately. Yes, I said LATELY. After that, I wasn't in the mood to go out so I went to bed early. And now it's Tuesday. Gilmore Girls, the only TV show I watch religiously, was a rerun. I'm starting to get a little stressed about bills. Geez I hate the Christmas. I wish those bible beating republicans in office would recognize how pagan Christmas really is and declare December 25th a national unholiday! Or something a little less kitsch.