MissedMas eve morning dawned clear and bright. " Hmmm", said Chuck. "I think I'll golf." Off he went but was soon to discover there were only 3 balls in the bag he borrowed from Kristen. Two of these were still damp and moldy from spending considerable time at the bottom of a pond. Chuck managed to arrive home after a quick stop at Cowtippers, his favorite gay bar, where he had a daquerri and watched a quick rerun of Bewitched.
Missedmas eve dinner was a feast indeed. No fatted goose for us. We went straight for the epicurean delights of Bangladeshi take out. The flies were delicious and the spices, a mix that kept on giving..and giving..and giving.
Fed Ex managed to round up a sleigh and a very tired Santa and deliver all our gifts just in the 'nick' of time.
Bowling was our next order of business and has become something of a tradition for Missedmas. Unfortunately there are no action shots because Chuck, Eric, Kristen and Jefferson were very busy bowling and Nonna was very busy taking Caroline to the potty. Many, many times.
After a long and busy day it was time for our Missedmas Dinner. Finding no Chinese place to accommodate us and still recovering from the Bangladeshi "episode", we opted for a lovely Italian restaurant. The food was excellent but more importantly, recognizable. The waiters, after a bit of coaxing sang a rousing chorus of 'Deck the Halls' with a STRONG Italian accent.
