MOIST AND DELICIOUS

One of the things I did yesterday was order a cake. Because I am a responsible man who pays attention to his apartment mate's upcoming birthday, knowing full well that her parents every single damned year did that "this is for your birthday AND Christmas" thing, and did it in a piddling cheapskate fashion because she was a girl. Unlike her brothers, who were all boys.

Cake and lobster. We'll share the cake. She gets all the lobster.

I haven't a clue what her boyfriend would do for her birthday, but seeing as he was totally Aspy he likely didn't do very much. He was probably very sweet, when he was sweet, but I got the impression over the years that he had blinkers on. And I shouldn't say anything bad about Aspies, seeing as he, she, I, and several people I know are on the spectrum, but still.

Perhaps, over the last decade or so, I've gotten a little bit better.
I think back at my teenage years and go "oh Jayzus!"

It's not for more than a week.

But I am, nevertheless, ahead of the game on this. The holiday season, as everyone knows, runs from Saint Nicholas Day on December sixth, through her birthday, Christmas, and Chinese New Year. Ignoring Chanukkah (we've already got socks thank you), Santacon (Saturday December 21 this year) because we're not raving alcoholic yuppies, New Years Eve (ditto), and Valentine's Day (because it's icky and sappy). Saint Nicholas Day (Dec. 6) is in there because I'm Dutch and heavily vested in stuffing bad little kiddies into a sack and selling them off to the Moors as well as feasting on chocolates and marzipan.
But we'll probably ignore it this year. I haven't said anything.


The Dutch celebration of Saint Nicholas Eve and Saint Nicholas Day is more or less related to, and the equivalent of, Krampus Nacht. But horribly twisted because of the eighty years war against Spain, who tried to exterminate us. There are issues. And the Spanish are still evil. We won, by the way, and damn' near bankrupted the bastards.

We get rewarded with chocolate and marzipan.
Neener neener neener.

The cake is sort of icing on the cake.
A happy coincidence, if you will.
So, belated icing.



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