Nothing particularly ‘fume related in this one. I don’t think I’ll ever quite get the whole holiday feeling in Southern California. I’m not complaining (well, no more than usual), but the one time of the year that I would like to be in snow is right now. I’d love to have driven my blue SLK to the Birchwood Inn with my BFF Bitsy, and we’d be sitting by the fire drinking Grand Marnier, me reading “Lucia in London” during a snowstorm while Quinn, the resident Golden Retriever pops out to pay for the pizza we had delivered and grab more firewood.
Hey, it’s a fantasy.
Of course, I’ve lived with snow, so I know that the reality wouldn’t quite match. I don’t have the Mercedes or the money to whisk my BFF off to her Christmas birthday in the Berkshires. But this holiday despite what we’re led to believe isn’t about what we want, but what we’re thankful for.
So, I am thankful. I have wonderful friends that range from people I’ve known from childhood to people in my adopted hometown where the snow never falls, but we all fight to keep Santa and his sleigh flying over Beverly and Wilshire, on an 80 degree Christmas. I’ll be chowing down on latkes with those people at a friends house. Is there such a thing as kosher caviar?
I hope you all have a wonderful and fulfilling holiday, and all the best in 2012.
Picture of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Hollyhock House in Hollywood taken last December, because I feel like it.