Not so much with the potluck.

The Peanut and I celebrated Christmas on Saturday, and it went swimmingly. He got me a lovely new Coach bag (here, in black, if you care about that sort of thing), and I got him a set of highball glasses and a decanter for his scotch from Vera Wang. Also, a really good bottle of scotch. He was pleased, I think. We went to breakfast and then saw Ocean's 12, during which I fell asleep, not because it wasn't good, but because I am apparently very old now, and can't seem to stay awake through an entire movie. In the past year, I've fallen asleep during Elf, Anchorman, and now Ocean's 12. It kind of sucks. In any case, even though I missed about 15 minutes of the movie, I thought it was good. I walked out a little confused, but I'm going to attribute that to my ill-taken nap. We had a nice dinner (here) and it was incredible. I love finding a new restaurant that I haven't ever been to that ends up being amazing. Always a good time.
Peanut left for Oaxaca, Mexico on Sunday. He was excited about the photography opportunities, but not so excited about spending five days alone with his mother. Well, "not so excited" may not be a good representation of his feelings. His last text message to me said simply, "I want to die". Not a good sign. Hopefully, though, once they get there he can go off by himself and take pretty pictures and not get sucked into the drama case that is his mother. I'm leaving tomorrow for Pennsylvania to see my parents for a few days, but my sister isn't able to come home and I am bitter. She is a vet tech in an animal hospital, and apparently someone has to be around during the holidays in case there is a squirrel-related emergency or something. Whatev.
Today is our holiday potluck at work, and it's not looking so good for me. Lots and lots of meat. It kind of sucks my ass. I've been a vegetarian for about 15 years (though I recently started eating fish again. Shut up, I am so a vegetarian. It's easier to say that than to explain that I have no interest eating anything dead unless it's a very specific kind of fish), and while I don't expect people to go out of their way to make sure that there's something on the menu for me, it would be nice if they acknowledged the three vegetarians in the office. Christ. I made spinach dip, and I've heard there may be a salad. Lots of desserts, too. Oh fuck it, I'm sure I'll be fine.