more jewish holidays in chestnut hill, etc.

so it was pretty fabulous. it was the vibe of my dad's family. i mean, it's not like they were the same as them it's just... i guess i like this as a discription of family and each one acts differently inside the same form. we played the dreidl game for books instead of chocolate. i left with a whole stack- some i will leave with leah and rachel, but i'm taking jonathan strange and mr norrell with me. rachels parents are big hippies, and a joint was always going around the table- even those not smoking were pretty high on second hand smoke. then we came home and it just got more magical. i patched a shirt of leahs and sewed buttons on things for her (and you know how i ADORE mending for people i love- there is little i'd rather do)and she and heather waxed my hair. i was drinking vodka and cranberry (i have fewer choices because they have 15 different types of whisky, 2 types of beer, 6 fancy wines, and vodka) and conviced heather to work on my shoulder a while. she unraveled knots in my back i thought were there perminately- i didn't know they CAME out. but they do. by then, leah was tuning her guitar, and when heather was done working on me she played her new obsession, then some dar williams for me, then some indigo girls for heather. so so fabulous, to sing emily with heather while leah sings amy and plays guitar... it was some sort of dream. definately a postcard- a singing postcard, though- like some sort of telegram- i don't know. am a bit high while typing this. what did we do today?

oh, that's right! we walked to people's market and bought eggs and veggies and heather made us fabulous omlettes. then we walked to the thrift store and bought outfits for new years. see, see, see, it's fabulous, fabulous. since i'm wearing all of leah's clothes this weekend and being all butch and shit, we decided:

sunday, i'm dressing as heather, in her clothes, and she's dressing as me, in mine.

i'm doing the preppy boy look- we bought me this fabulous shirt, vest, tie, jacket. i'll wear heather's dress pants. heather's more slinky hippie- a black laungere top with pink lace and a little rose, a white jacket that ties on the side, and my purple velvet broomstick skirt.

can you wait? i know i can't.

so anyway, when we come home we showed rachel all our purchases, and she approved. then it was leah's turn to leave for work. heather went to rachel's room to keep her company while she cleaned it, and i finished my nancy garden book from rachel's bookshelves. when i went to join rachel and heather, i found heather in the bed covered in clean laundry while rachel tidied. so i climbed on the bed and started folding. rachel really does have the most fabulous bed. once all the laundry was put away and the room tidied, rachel climbed into bed with us and the three of us cuddled. it was quite charming.

dana and erin came over for dinner, and rachel's little brother ben, too. he's really awesome, as i suppose one would expect to match the rest of the family. but he was certainly my favourite guest of the evening (no offense to any other guests who read this!) we watched supernanny, and i missed ch, and passed a bowl around, which made me miss a. and they still mock me, since i make heather light it for me. SORRY! i can't drive, either. i really am not as independent as i look at first glance!

really, it's the dreadlocks that make me look independent at first glance, as kira said. that and the leaving home at 19 story... it's all very ani difranco. she was the host of a gay kids program we watched on tv last night- she's all old- 35- when did that happen? she looks like she's been on tour forever. ani i mean. not kira. is this comprehensible at all? heather's just flipping through channels now... as soon as i'm done here we're putting in a movie. so i better go do that. and start drinking water, what a headache i had this morning! and there is so much drinking to do the next few days!