Fourth annual Christmukkah party was held at Heather's apartment last night. I went early with Aila and Steph to "get the apartment ready" but really we just ended up hanging out, and watching some Sex and the City while I read about 5 of Heather's 2 million In Style magazines. While it wasn't quite as ridiculous or hilarious night as Tuesday night's expedition to Le Skratch was, there's something to be said for hanging out with people that know you that well.
I spent some time catching up with Jer, and we discussed the mechanics of our sense of humour; and how lucky we are that we found people with the same sense of humour to play off of. I love my friends at school, and we have jokes and times where I never think I'll stop laughing, but with Steph, Pat, and Jer, it's a continous build of layer upon layer of the joke, and you'd never know where we started if you heard the end result of the joke, and you're laughing so hard your face hurts, you think you might pee your pants and that you're going to die because you're laughing so hard. It eventually becomes some sort of shorthand joke-type code, where if you weren't there for it, you'd never understand where it came from.
My dad had surgery on his shoulder over a month ago; they sewed up his rotator cuff, which had been torn previously. They said it would take approximately ten weeks for recovery, let alone being back to normal, so as a result he can't lift his left arm higher than his shoulder. Therefore, I've been tapped to take over the usualy holiday tradition: the cleaning of the carp fish that we buy every year for Christmas. Christmas to me is a time of tradition, which I insist upon being the exact same way every year: when my parents said no fish this year because my dad wouldn't be physically able to clean it, I stepped up. I'm kind of wishing i hadn't, cause it's a tiny bit gross, but I suppose I'll suck it up in the name of tradition. Estimated surgical time is at 2 pm this afternoon.
