Journal erin's mom's Journal: Deck the Halls 3
I'm getting ready to go to the 'rents for the holidays and I have this "sick to my stomach" feeling that I haven't had since elementary school (oops, wait --- I did have a few semesters like that in law school too).
All I want for Christmas is some Xanex.
(You can sing along if you want...)
Living away from NY for so long makes me forget how nasty life can be in Large Apple: subway cars packed with people of varying ripeness; drivers who aim straight for you if you don't get off their turf; surly storekeepers; car alarms that come to life at 2 a.m.; and no place to park.
Ahhh, the good life.
So why do I get so nostalgic for the City? I guess because I can blend in and be anonymous, neutral, an observer, nondescript --- unlike my luminous presence in the Southwest.
I hope I get a cab driver that speaks 2 words of English when I get to LaGuardia. Actually, my last livery driver spent the entire ride (45 minutes) talking in a non-Romantic foreign language on a cell phone. He must have had unlimited anytime minutes (is there such a thing?)
Spike a little nog for me.
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