Listening to: Usher's Caught Up. I wonder how long it would take me to learn how to head bob like they do in the video. And if I would ever want to do it in public.It's the night before Christmas and all through the house, everyone is sleeping, and well, I'm up I guess. Dann is crashed out on my bed and he just rolled over to announce something like, "DSL6. Do you use it to get special privileges? Because I wouldn't." I didn't grab my camera in time but I'm poised and hoping that he says something cryptic again. Perhaps he's revealing G**gle secrets. I should mic that boy up. He showed up at the airport packing a brand new G1 Android Phone. He's been leaving a trail of bread crumbs about his awesome new toy but we, his Twitterati, couldn't figure it out in time. So now I might be a little bit jealous. I mean, the phone seems pretty awesome. I'm almost afraid to play with it in case I like it.
He's gone silent. Must keep camera on high alert anyway.
Since spending the month in SF with George, I've gotten into the habit of checking up on her in the middle of the night. She tends to read before sleeping and falls asleep with her glasses on and the lights bright. I sneak in there, take off her glasses, turn off the lights, and if I were really nice, would probably think about sliding a bookmark in for her. But I'm not that nice. Strangely, she's still up right now (3:57am), working through the last pages of "The Time Traveler's Wife." Must be a good book. I'm going to go check on her again.
She's out. But as soon as I turned off the light she woke up and startled me. "What're you doing?! Where's Dann?" I assured her nothing exciting was going on and walked away. "Don't close the door!" Fine, fine, sheesh.
Tomorrow the holiday festivities start. My mom has two huge Chinese dinners scheduled for Wednesday and Thursday. She's stressed about hosting, I'm stressed about entertaining the kids (anyone 30-under), and George is just stressed to have people everywhere -- plus she's kind of had a big day. I'm looking forward to it all though. There's a sense of mystery about how the dinners will go and once the weekend hits, the SD folk will gather post-holiday obligations and Steve from LA will be driving down for major debauchery.
More like video games, bowling, karaoke, food, and movies, but we'll just call it debauchery okay? Dann's never been to San Diego before so it's paramount that we show him a good time. I can't decide if him passed out face down on my bed counts as a good or bad start.
I've been alternately on the phone and emailing. I've got my late night people and everyone's up. Plus a few randoms. A friend texted me because she went to the bathroom and now I'm keeping her up with a flurry of replies. We'll see each other tomorrow so the conversation could really wait. But that's the fun isn't it? Amit commented on my Facebook status change at seven in the morning his time. I wonder what he's doing up so early. I hope he was out late and causing social ruckus or something. Generally speaking this week, I know it's time for bed when Mary (who's in Darfur) logs onto Gchat. But I just remembered she went off on some treacherous expedition or something. A vacation she called it.
Time to call it a night then. Happy pre-Christmas.
"The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter."
