Stirring The Pot
this distance bull-roar has not been altogether difficult on us, as we built our relationship on the backbone of a few key principles: we hold close to us the art of conversation and fear not the hefty phone bills which are generally married to them, and nouveau tradition.
november 11th is christmas eve eve when about 30 people flock to the moderna-mecca of christmas spirit: 1036 east 32nd street:: moms house. to be there, you must rid yourself of the christmas cake cliche because its about the soup and the stir (and I love it with tea which makes me the embodiment of christmas spirit and moms favorite child). the soup and stir started 10 years ago with only a few of us, some fruit, a ton of rum and a wooden spoon. sounds like a hedonistic party now that you mention it.
wishes were put in with the flip of your wrist, extra points for doing a good impression of mom crying in her thoughts. this year i topped all odds by stirring in my best wish to date, managed to not cry infront of all the pilgrimagers, channeled a wish from africa and toronto with complete composure even after drinking 1/2 a box of wine.
i leave you with the comforts of tradition which transcend space:
love you. (8 is a lot of legs, david).