It was an unusual Christmas this year. Forget the large family gathering, with the father carving the turkey and the mother bringing out a freshly baked pie. Forget the eggnog and the opening gifts around the tree (my mother quit the tree thing when I was about 12!). No, this Christmas was spent with my parents and grandparents at Casa Linda Cafeteria, pushing our trays through the serving line receiving nothing that resembled a traditional meal even closely. Leave it to the family to forget epicurean and go for budget! It was yet another instance that helps to convince me I was switched at birth (just kidding!). Anyway, it was a delightful time together and I appreciated them coming to visit. Here are my parents:
The evening was supposed to be quiet, as I merely wanted one glass of wine around a fireplace. What better place than Tucker, the restaurant and bar across the street from my condo. Ms. Fabulous and I were joined by Ashton and the three of us were introduced to the entire bar staff, the chefs, and the waiters. The next thing we know, the place is officially closed and we have the run of the restaurant to ourselves on Christmas Eve. Our friends from New York, having bailed on the Matzah Ball, joined us as well. How do we keep stumbling upon amazing evenings like these???
I had been intrigued by the building for a while now, always noticing something unusual about it everytime I went there for happy hour. But tonight, I received the official tour and history of the building and Tucker automobiles. We were also able to hear about the journeys of the owner and to see the relics he returned with.
The gang decided to make our way to my condo to continue the party. We were trying to give Santa some time to make his way down my chimney to put goodies in our stockings. However, by this point, we decided that the naughtiness of the year far exceeded the niceness and that Santa had probably scratched our names off the last. So, back we went to the condo to bring out the 15 year old Mccallan scotch. I apparently complained about my guests getting into my expensive liquor, only to be reminded that I didn't even like scotch in the first place. Leave it to Ashton to have to point something like that out! The party officially ended around 3:30am. Santa definitely wasn't coming. But, I wasn't complaining as I couldn't think of a better way to spend Christmas Eve/Christmas morning than surrounded by my friends!
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