The husband is at his no-dates-allowed office Christmas party tonight, so it’s just me and my rum and coke on the couch. Probably for the best, since A Very Brady Christmas is on tonight. Jay wouldn’t have watched it with me, and it’s such a bad movie that I wouldn’t have been able to justify watching it.
You see, about 5 years ago, I was living by myself, living it up being a single chick in grad school. Living it up could be an overstatement, but I really did like the Mary Tyler Moore-ish lifestyle, totally independent–no job, no nothing. Just me and my fellowship money and my rhetoric textbooks.
I would spend an entire day in my apartment without speaking to anyone, and it was good. I know that’s hard to understand for all you extroverts out there, but not talking to anyone all day was just about the coolest thing I could think of. I spent all day on Saturday watching the stupid movies on TBS or WGN, like Schwartzenegger Saturday (Predator and T2!). Christmastime was especially good, for whatever reason. Everyone else was wallowing in loneliness or whatever, but I LOVED it. Of course one of my Saturdays involved A Very Brady Christmas, and now I’ve come to associate it with my little studio apartment and total lack of commitments.
Alright. On a totally different note, I was driving to work this morning with WBEZ’s 848 on the radio, because my brain is fragile in the morning and I can’t take music or banter. All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice. Sort of breathy and maybe a little over-enthusiastic. It’s Reverend Rebecca, the minister that performed my wedding ceremony! On the radio! Talking about Christmas rituals and the Winter solstice! Listen here (Real Audio required). Reverend Rebecca is awesome.
P.S. After watching several episodes of My Fair Brady I totally can not watch Peter Brady. Manipulative pervy old man!