i put up a christmas tree this year for the first time since my divorce.

what's his face took off with his blonde witch several days before xmas in 1995, and that year i took off all the ornaments that weren't black. the next year i put a dead apple tree carcass in my window with a gold leafed paper maché bat on top. X-mas. emphasis on the X.
and then i decided to avoid all xmas celebrating as it made me grumpy, got into a pattern of working all the time, and/or leaving the country rather than be in this house during the dreaded holiday.

this year i went to nyc to gold leaf a ceiling for a friend's job the week before xmas. he and his s.o. are super into all things holiday. after work they got me drunk and dragged me to macy's in harold square at 10 at night. it was snowing, everyone was in a good mood, there were twinkle lights everywhere, and shopping til midnight? heck yeah! the guys argued with a sale manger to get me a 20% discount on a big fabulous coach bag (i love shopping with fags) and i bought a bunch of new ornaments.

when i got home, i barely had time to do anything other than decorate a tree, but it was one hell of a tree.

holidays used to really bum me out, but not anymore.