Last night we had a dinner party, un petit boum de bouteille. Last night, seven of us--les filles, Carol and I, Jason and Matt( later joined by Damon and Natalie)--sat around a table in M&J's swanky Parisian apt. sipping wine, eating home made pizza and bean dip--matt's specialty--and listening to Christmas carols. We were warm and cozy--all huddled around a table--and happy--listening to the Transsiberian Orchestra's Carol of the Bells. We raised our glasses(Dom insisted that we do so together) to a Merry Christmas and clinked them--each looking each other directly in the eye to avoid the french curse of seven years of bad sex, or no sex, whichever is worse. Cheers to a Merry Christmas--when we will all be apart.
Sitting so close and so happily together it seemed strange to me that we would want to celebrate a very near time in our lives when we will all be away from each other. Christmas is coming soon. But last night, there was only fun to be had and time to be together as the wine flowed and the Eiffel Tower sparkled in the window.
When we are celebrating Christmas far apart from each other, seated around cozy tables with our families and other beloved friends, I'll wrap myself up in the memory of this toast, like a blanket to keep me warm.
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