Follow The Law

I know the "holiday season" is upon and it is supposed to be nothing but hugs and kittens, but when you work retail you kind of despise it all. Plus living in the city makes it impossible to drive around through the snow, the roads are never cleared up, parking is terrible and looking cute is harder to pull off when you have seven layers on. Not to mention that peoples moods get severely elevated in one way or another: if you're a happy person, you become obnoxiously happy; if you are more like Meredith Grey, well then all you have to do is re-watch season two to get my point. It's not like I'm anti-holiday, but the loveliness of it all wears thin year after year. So, what did I do to ensure I have something to look forward to? Demand I not be single yet again for the holiday season, no. Throw myself into a new hobby or an old work out routine, no. Dedicate myself to watching an entire television show that is no longer on the air but something I always meant to watch but didn't have the time, no. Well, that could still happen, we'll see. This season I picked an amazing looking movie and will begin a countdown towards it. I doubt I will have to see it alone, but if I must I must. In the past I would pick holidays or movie openings and convince myself I would have a date to bring to it, or celebrate it with. It seems like those are the unwritten laws of the almighty holiday season. The greatest gift is to have a lover to give a gift to, from a material stand point. Carrie and Miranda have a very prudent conversation about this on Valentine's day in the first film. If you're in a couple or a relationship, you don't notice how centered around you the holidays are. The holiday season is a heightened couples season, but I don't really feel like following the holiday/couples season rules this time around. This year, I'm taking a more relaxed approach. I've got the boys I live with to become closer to, I've got new friends to get to know better, I've got old friends who will be coming back into my life, and I've got Jude Law to look forward to. Which brings me to my film of choice: Sherlock Holmes. If you haven't seen the trailer yet, you are missing out. It looks fantastic, and even if it's shit, I get to look at Jude Law for about two hours. Yahtzee! Anyways. I think I might have created a drink. Amaretto and Lemonade. It's delicious. I only did it because I ran out of orange juice and had to substitute in the lemonade. It's even better tasting then the original drink of choice. I'll have to think of a name for it. Maybe I can call it the Jude Law, the amaretto is sweet and inviting and the lemonade is a little bitter and has a bite. Hahaha. Damn I'm clever. And I promise this was not a premeditated joke, I type as I think. Which is why the punctuation on this thing is always bullocks. I've got laundry to finish, a bed to make, another drink to fix, and some tattoo browsing to do. Maybe I'll rent a Jude Law movie later just for shits and giggles.