I have been having a good time at the christmas parties that invariably decesend upon a judeo-christian girl, in this hemisphere, around this time every-year.
First was the Walrus office bash, where I made fun of Yale with a Harvard boy (who knows writers for the Simpsons!!!) and watched Ken Finkleman play pool in the most neurotic fashion possible. It was the party hosted by an literary and international affairs magazine I have always dreamed of attending! I also met a couple of their illustrators (and I have always admired the Walrus’ New-Yorker like support of Illustration).
I chatted with embroideress Trudie Cheng and black-ink-monster man Seth Scriver both of whom were super-nice (especially for talented arsty types who can so often be a little too-cool-for-christmas and, more specifically, me) and indulged my proffesional curiousity.
Then we headed out to the Brock Press par-tay. It was quite entertaining and nostalgic (even though a certain squirmy worm/temporary Glaswegan did not attend….loser).
Last night we watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special. As a result I feel all warm and fuzzy and christmassy, and will continue to feel that way until the season is over. Who wouldn’t?