Yes, indeed. It was a great multi-cultural, intra-religious, interracial, bipartisan, multi-familial, multi-generational, multiple-personalitied Christmas/Hannukkah/Kwanzaa/Saturnalia dinner party, much like millions of others going on in big and small households around the world last night with great food, heartfelt prayers, laughter, tears, gossip and good cheer, the evergreens and the menorahs radiating Winter Solstice light with a hint of magic. Ours was a celebration like many others, and yet, it was unlike any others, because it was at the Speakeasy (I’ll get into what I mean by that some other time). Praise the Lord and the Lady.
And now a couple of shameless plugs: I wore my Jesus Loves My Ass panties under my Catholic school green plaid skirt, a Jewish star around my neck, a Christian cross on my hat and my Pagan heart on my sleeve. In keeping with the greene theme, I had a little Absente Absinthe, and the rest is mystery…
No Holiday Sex. It wasn’t that kind of evening. But many other solstice pleasures and good, mindless feelings. I say mindless because as I shared our holiday joy – keeping the talk of sex and politics to a polite bare minimum – I didn’t give a thought to the countless innocents in prisons around the world being tortured for the holiday by the American State of Perma-War. Actually, I probably wouldn’t have thought about them at all, if it weren’t for this blog. See what bloggamy can do to you?