I really wanted to enter the holiday without deadlines, so I wrote my Megacorp x Megacorp commercial from 4 - 6 PM. The sun served as my ticking clock. Sent the script away, ah. Put on my coat, stuffed my purse with candy, and hoofed into the night. It was very special club of us, everyone who went to the Vista on Christmas Eve to see a 3.5 hour historical drama about immigration and architecture. In line for popcorn I smiled and waved at a guy, then asked, wait--how do we know each other? Turns out he works at one of my haunts, we'd just never spoken. "Hi, sicko," Puhg said. And then we saw Jack Black, in bright pink shorts, walk by. Later, a guy who lost Survivor.
Right before the movie began my dad called, so I went outside to talk with him while the previews rolled. I stood in the alley with my hood over my eyes. There was an intermission, which felt so cute and quaint. The entire place was abuzz with folks running into each other and refilling their pop. Everyone liked the movie, you could just tell. Applause etc. We decided to wait for the credits to end before braving the chilly California night. The streets were truly empty. We trotted the mile home, jaywalking for fun and spinning under the hung lights. We talked about art and if the journey is actually greater than the destination. Maybe the destination gives weight to the journey--has anyone ever considered that?
At the last stoplight (red and green) Puhg opened his phone to the ham cam app. She had just gotten up, was drinking water. We tore down the sidewalk, bursting in the door in time to grab her. "Christmas ham!" we cheered at her. And she blinked--because hamsters don't know about holidays, but I like to think they can sense them, in their tiny hamster hearts.
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