Christmas Eve and the Pannikin is jam-freakin-packed with families and couples and reunioners. Woke up too late to go to yoga this morning, so it looks like next week I'm doubling up for a few days in a row...
Not much to report, really, other than that the drive home wasn't bad at all. Not really any traffic, which really shocked me. Then Joana and I decided to get dinner since I got there in time. We realized pretty quick that there were no restaurants open on Christmas Eve. But guess which one was?
The Olive Garden.
When we were kids, our family would go to the Olive Garden on special occasions and my dad would always order the ridiculous Tour of Italy platter, which I finally saw the calorie content for, and just thinking about it makes my stomach turn. Joana and I used to always order a side of ranch to dip our breadsticks in, and I would always pick out the jalapenos and olives because they were my favorite and I liked to save them for last. Anyway, my point is, the Olive Garden was a special place when we were kids, and for a long time now, I've always known that it was the Denny's of Italian food, but I was still disappointed when I went last night, which was the first time I've gone back since we were kids. Talk about convoluted sentences. Can you tell I haven't written this blog post in my head before I started writing it?
So that is all I really have to say on the subject of Christmas Eve. And also, it's really wonderful to have a heated blanket in our icebox house.
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