Thursday, December 24, 2009
Holiday Wishes from Cat Woman
I'm heading home to Illinois to eat lots of gingerbread as usual this Christmas. My car is loaded with presents, one cello, and a mixtape for the three-hour road odyssey through the Scylla and Charybdis of boredom and inclement weather. I don't even celebrate Christmas, nor am I even remotely religious, but this whole holiday thing is habit: Drive to Mom's, drink too much, eat too much, open gifts, feel fat, drive home.
I should thank be thankful my car is in one piece. A friend of mine just totaled his Jeep in Chicago's Lincoln Square neighborhood a few days ago. While I can't buy him a new Jeep to replace the mangled one, I can give him an unmangled—as in, original—version of "Santa Baby," as sung by Miss Eartha Kitt herself. The infamous Cat Woman passed away on Christmas Day last year, but she remains a favorite.
Happy Holidays to all—no matter what this day means to you.