[308] Screed City

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12/26/2024 Thursday. Bar top. Santarpio's Pizza. Gate 22. Logan Airport, Boston, MA.

Ho ho ho, I suppose. Another Christmas burned to the ground. What a wild holiday. We did almost nothing and I still spent nearly $600. On what, you ask? Nothing, I tell you. Mostly food, a cash gift for G [spoiler alert, kid] a gift card to America Runs On Dunkin' and a gift card to Jersey Mike's a pair of Snoopy jammies and a Snoopy blanket. Seriously, nothing. Next year I just invite everyone I know out to dinner mid December and then Houdini until Brother Luke's birthday. Well, I guess. Remember how last year my plan was to have multiple Christmas's so I would be able to go everywhere and get drawn and quartered about it? Things change. ABOLISH HOLIDAYS. Bring back Communism you pinko slime!

It was a very undramatic Xmas this year. Paddington was a little stuffed up, in the "where the good lord split you" department, if you know what I mean. There was quite the fanfare when movement was made. A cause for celebration. Professor Curly's [redacted] got [redacted] truck stuck in the ditch and the guy that plows the driveway happened to be there shoveling snow so he pulled her out. That was it. Nothing else happened. We ate steak and lobster and cheese and hummus and onion dip and jalapeños. There was cider and wine and bloody marys and coffee and eggnog and cans of Coke and Ticklers. On Xmas day the sun blared so hot into the Chalet that we had to extinguish the fire. It almost melted the cheese. There was pepperoni and ham and salad and potatoes and challah bread and we lit the Menorah and I got a neck warmer and a toque with a head lamp and we talked to Peg Leg for a while. She seemed like she was doing okay. A little tired from the holidays and having 1,000 grand kids, but in good spirits considering. Brother Jade had a new baby and told me and Brother Luke that his kids were up at 3:30a on Xmas morning waiting for Santy Claus. That apparently they tried to trick him into getting up at 1:30a but he was no fool. He waited until 5a to get up.

I guess I am heading back to Florida. Tampon Bay. My flight is on time and I should get there a little after 8p. Scott said he would pick me up at the airport. Which is nice and all, but he is still driving that damn 26 foot truck around with half a million dollars worth of drapes. I guess tomorrow we hit the ground running. We are like the Santy Clauses of Southern Florida giving out drapes to all the good cruise ships. I don't know if I told you guys this, but I am a drape man. I remembered to pack my cruise clothes this time. My inoffensive blacks as it were. I think it is going to be an interesting few days. We fly out of Fort Laudy on Tuesday. We can only work on the ships from 9a to when they sail out, which is usually around 3p. So basically we have to slowly work our way around the tip of Florida dropping off drapes as we slide along like modern day herpes pirates. And then those drapes go off into the world to multiply and spread. Soon our American strain of drapes will control the seas!

I must haul ass. My plane is about to board and I need to refill my water bottle and hit the head.

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