It had already been a long holiday season and everyone was getting ragged with cheerfulness and retail. Christmas itself was not looking peaceful or calming for some of us either so the four of us got together for a little Christmas of our own two weeks early. The others arrived at the apartment in stagger-in fashion, bustling their way into the apartment and quickly removing their shoes for the gentleman downstairs. It wasn't long before we were all on the floor, cross-legged and drinks in hand, taking bits of found tissue and scotch tape off of little gifts.
In an unexpected turn of evens, we didn't stay settled long. In the spirit of being celebratory, we bundled ourselves into the tiny car and made our way to the international district and into the neon maze of a karaoke rent-a-room, an entirely foreign place for me. I never knew that most of the footage played behind the lyrics is absolutely irrelevant. Life experience achieved. A rendition of Baby It's Cold Outside ended our evening and we tumbled back out into the cold car to head home.
Hours of talking later and glad of the warm blankets on top of us, we fell asleep.