It was more about sleigh rides than bike rides as the Thursday night sojourn, such as it was, assembled at the annual Sugarplum Elves calendar release party to quaff quaffables and bask in the holiday glow of pure adorableness that is the preferred festively clad troupe of singing and dancing elfertainers for all right-minded people, not to mention those associated with Point 83, ba-dum-dum.
Less cake, more frosting to be sure, which was my experience, too, coming from up north on a dry moonless night to arrive just in time for the final few numbers on the Elves’ set-list, so while I got to enjoy their dulcet tones and charming arrangements (and the way they put the songs together, too) for a couple of tunes, I bemoaned the fact I didn’t get to see them perform a few of my longtime holiday faves, notably the ever-popular, “I Want a HIppotamus for Christmas,” alas.
On the other hand, the good news is that—unlike last year—I did manage to arrive home with my calendar, although that did require my acquiring a second one, after my first purchase was apparently snatched up (when I set it down on the pool table) by someone more avaricious, or perhaps, drunker, than me.
But in the holiday spirit, I bequeath that one to whomever walked away with it; I sure hope you appreciate Kablouie’s signature on her Golden Birthday day, customized for yours truly, so help me God.
I’m generally opposed to Christmas celebrations prior to Thanksgiving, but was glad to make an exception in this case; it felt like December 20th, not November 20th, albeit, thankfully, without the endless loop of country music versions of the holiday classics that will inevitably predominate our shared audio space a month from now.
As it was, the whole evening felt like the best kind of gift—one that keeps on giving even abed and beyond—as visions of sugarplums dance in our heads.
Less cake, more frosting to be sure, which was my experience, too, coming from up north on a dry moonless night to arrive just in time for the final few numbers on the Elves’ set-list, so while I got to enjoy their dulcet tones and charming arrangements (and the way they put the songs together, too) for a couple of tunes, I bemoaned the fact I didn’t get to see them perform a few of my longtime holiday faves, notably the ever-popular, “I Want a HIppotamus for Christmas,” alas.
On the other hand, the good news is that—unlike last year—I did manage to arrive home with my calendar, although that did require my acquiring a second one, after my first purchase was apparently snatched up (when I set it down on the pool table) by someone more avaricious, or perhaps, drunker, than me.
But in the holiday spirit, I bequeath that one to whomever walked away with it; I sure hope you appreciate Kablouie’s signature on her Golden Birthday day, customized for yours truly, so help me God.
I’m generally opposed to Christmas celebrations prior to Thanksgiving, but was glad to make an exception in this case; it felt like December 20th, not November 20th, albeit, thankfully, without the endless loop of country music versions of the holiday classics that will inevitably predominate our shared audio space a month from now.
As it was, the whole evening felt like the best kind of gift—one that keeps on giving even abed and beyond—as visions of sugarplums dance in our heads.
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