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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Christmas Daze



Worlds collided! The sanctity of what is and what is not changed bearing. Life as I knew it came crashing down upon me on that night of nights.

Nah, it wasn't all that dramatic, it went well to say the least. Y'all must be thinking, what the hell is this boy talking about....

okay rewind to conversation with Sister #2 24th December 2006 abt 3:40pm.

Joyce: So have you planned anything for tonight?
Me: ME? plan? You're the one who dragged dad all the way from KK to spend Christmas with us, so YOU were supposed to come up with the plan.
Joyce: OK I'll call around, maybe we can have our Christmas Eve dinner at Traders Hotel or Prince Hotel.
Me: You do that..

and so, 30 minutes later...
Me: So what's the plan?
Joyce: Everything's booked out..
Me: Duh... of course it is it's Christmas Eve... hmmm okay well i've got a plan, why don't you bring Dad and Elyssa to my place and have Christmas Eve dinner with my gay house mates and my gay friends?
Joyce: That could be okay... *nervous laughter*
Me: it's set then, come over later, we're cooking dinner for some people anyways.



OKAY guys, we gotta do something about the "PORN" in the living room.





Colin: you think we should hide the
Queer as Folk DVD box sets?
Derek: The Salt and Pepper Shakers!

Flashback to the scene in Birdcage.
Sal: What's that Moosehead doing here?
Diva #1: They have these in straight houses.
Sal: Why are you putting Playboy in the toilets? Don't ADD just SUBTRACT!




it eventually wasn't all that bad, Dad came over, everyone was well behaved i.e no drugs lying about on the table, no sex talk at dinner and everyone had a good time just eating a good homecooked meal with fruity sweet South African Sparkling Wine and fruitcakes heavily doused with alcohol. Although there was a bit of a kerfuffle at the beginning when Dad asked Matt if he always celebrates Christmas and Matt nonchallantly added, I'm an Athiest actually. I was pissing myself laughing in the kitchen. Thank goodness dad's coolness reigned.


Dinner was good too. Colin's beef goulash was a hit. Then there was the buttered rice, coleslaw, roasted peri-peri chicken, enriched cream of chicken soup, not to mention the Christmas goodies like cookies, snow capped macadamia brownies, rich moist caramel fruitcake, stollen and pannetone.




So we all had ourselves a Merry Little Christmas Eve... what more could a gay boy ask for? Family, good friends, great food, a visit from the dear ol' friend and fantastic presents. Not to mention going out clubbing just as soon as the last guest left the house.

All in all a Merry Christmas.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is so wonderful that your father is so understanding and accepting

Anonymous said...

...and all I did was racing in a sex-marathon...