A few days ago I was busily working on Christmas gifts (you know – the creative kind that require time, attention and focus? The ones that during the middle of the project, you wonder if you shouldn’t have just headed to the mall?)
But, anyway, during the midst of those 14-hour days, I got a
voicemail from my friend, St. Nick, inviting me to their Christmas party on
Friday.
I didn’t have time to answer him – until the day before the
party.
And I hadn’t really decided for sure if I was going since,
well, the planner in me hasn’t been spontaneous enough to toss a quick
overnight bag together and head off into the great unknown (a.k.a., Wintersville,
Ohio) since the early 90s.
In the end, I knew that if I stayed home alone all weekend,
I’d be kicking myself for not at least making the effort.
So I sent Maggie off to play with her doggie friends, gassed
up the car, and hit the road.
It was full-on dark when I started my journey and I wondered
if it was a smart move for a 63-year-old to be driving by herself at night –
especially since I wasn’t overly familiar with the route.
And when I hit an area that had snow flying at my windshield hard enough that it looked like a meteor shower, I was seriously questioning my decision-making skills.
And, yeah, the planner in me realized I should have at least
checked the weather report.
Nevertheless, I persevered until I arrived safe and sound at
their beautifully decorated home with its twinkle lights and massive live Christmas
tree flanking the entryway.
By then the party was in full swing – and I was able to hug my
long-time friends – some of whom I hadn’t seen since before COVID.
I had planned to stay with one twin but ended up staying
with the other since the first one spent a little too much time in the hot tub
imbibing Christmas “spirits” – and was not up, perhaps, for hosting out-of-town
guests. I’d say he had a good reason for the overindulgence, but for dignity’s
sake, I won’t go into details.
(Hey, I try hard to keep my lifelong friends. And this is precisely
why I would have never made a good reporter or gossip columnist!)
In between his, uh, “bouts of nausea” (let’s say), he had us
laughing by admitting that we hadn’t seen him this bad since a certain
Halloween party in the mid-80s when he overindulged and was lying in the dark
in a pile of leaves. When his mom – “Mrs. B” – arrived at the party and was
asking for him, we made some excuse to her, rushed out to the tree, and covered
him up with the leaves.
Whether he remembers it – or has just heard us tell the
story enough times that he thinks he remembers it – he still makes us
laugh whenever he retells it.
And, by the way, that’s the last of the Steubenville Adventures
I’ll share. Because he has ammunition against me, too, and might start talking
about my one and only attempt at roof jumping. Which makes me sound crazy when he
tells the story, but it makes a lot more sense when I tell it. (Sort of.)
Anyway…
The rest of us stayed up ‘til nearly 3 a.m. sharing stories
and noshing on the sweets and Italian treats they had so thoughtfully provided for
their guests.
Since I drank way more water than wine during the party, there
was no hangover aftermath for me. Woohoo. Score one for the old broad who realizes
that she’s no longer in her 20s – even though she’s hanging out with friends she’s known since her teens.
And, okay, so I only managed about three hours of fitful
sleep and maybe wasn't feeling all perky and wide awake. But still. I felt pretty
good.
Eventually, we all gathered in the kitchen drinking coffee and talking about plans for the day, which consisted of crossing state lines (well, truthfully, only across the bridge to Weirton, WV), to do a little Christmas shopping and then out to lunch.
We ended up in downtown Steubenville at an Antique shop and had lots of fun looking at all the treasures for sale.
In all the years I’ve been to Steubenville – including the three years I lived there working with Nick and Joe – I’d never seen the downtown filled with so many people. The Nutcrackers Display may have something to do with that and it was a wonderful sight to see. Gotta love small town ingenuity and growth.
I have to admit that driving home was a little dicey, too. Again in the dark, but at least I was a little more familiar with the route. Again I saw a meteor shower snow spectacle, but at least the roads didn’t get slick until I was closer to home. So I simply slowed down and drove carefully and made it home safe and sound to my own little abode with its twinkling lights and miniature iridescent Christmas tree.
But spending time with friends who are more like family was
the absolute best thing about this trip and I’m so very glad that Planner Jane
was overruled by Spontaneous Jane.
2. Make the gift (if you can). It will make the recipient(s) feel good. And will make you feel even better.
Oh, and one more thing. Hot tubs and booze do not mix.
You’re welcome!
