I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA. But truthfully, there hasn’t been much to say. I’ve been working at Target. Most guests are in the holiday spirit. Some aren’t. I pulled a calf muscle pushing flats piled with paper towels around the store. So it goes.
What I really want to tell you, though, is that last night, my gentleman caller and I went to see A Christmas Carol at the Guthrie in Minneapolis. It was a great time: The acting and music were wonderful, and I was appropriately terrified when the last ghost came out amidst blasts of fog and crashes of thunder.
Afterward, of course, all we wanted was Italian food. It was 10 pm, and surprisingly for the city on a Saturday night, not much was open. Pizza Luce was, though, so we camped out there for an hour or so, eating slices and giggling like children at the waitress who wouldn’t stop refilling our sodas. (Good service, I guess, but it became slightly disturbing after a while; she was watching us too closely).
Now, however, I’m off to work an overnight. 10 pm to 6:00 am. Luckily, I’m armed with ugly sweater, holiday spirit, and Coke.