Now that I have had something resembling a good night’s sleep (at least three hours at a time uninterrupted) as well as something also vaguely reminiscent of a healthy meal, my mind is … well still foggy as ever. I am pretty sure nothing can actually fix that. But thankfully the horrible memories of dissolution as the earth disintegrated beneath my feet have faded away. I can barely even remember the world ending now! All trauma removed … it is much easier to pretend I am a funny guy.
That said, a tale of New Years eve stumbles warily into my mind. It comes complete with video documentation even. Unfortunately the cameraman was not really all that familiar with his equipment, and also well lined with a selection of lubricants popular among the partying crowd, so the video is not exactly oscar material (What can I say? I can’t be good at EVERYTHING). But it is still good for a chuckle.
The star of the evening was a fellow called Mr. Christmas. A very pleasant, soft spoken fellow who has a fondess for Christmas tunes. He claims he is willing to serenade all with his (admittedly somewhat small) list of favorites. All we need to do is ask. But don’t let his mild manner fool you. He is really a bit of a rascal. Sometimes he ignores you completely. Or pretends to not understand. Only to suddenly pipe up when you are not even talking to him. He is definitely a prankster.
Anyhow here is the bit of video. It is a fair sample of a rather enjoyable night. Don’t worry, it is not all that long!