I'm putting my makeup on in the bathroom. The light is a horrible florescent. It makes a horrid buzzing noise. My eyes look as if I have not slept in days. Dark dark rings. I start to wonder if they are real. The slight bug-ish buzzing noise that the light is making scares me. It reminds me of those scary movies. The ones where people are in nasty cheap hotels and you can hear the buzzing of light bulbs. I hear those noises. Eric's uncle is asking awkward questions. It smells musky. The food is regular. Nothing great. Nothing bad. His four foot Grandmother is dragging herself around the house. She has a hunchback almost as tall as her head. What an adorable small creature. Feet and face of an elf. Eric's uncle reminds me of the physical traits Robin Williams has in "One hour Photo". He has Big glasses that he is constantly pushing onto his nose. Pants pulled up to his chest. He has a button down shirt tucked into his pants. His hair is parted in the middle and combed onto the sides. He tells stories that are suppose to be funny. The funny part is his laugh. We laugh along. Christmas day comes. Family arrives. They see me, they see a new face. They seem to avoid an introduction. I find that strange. We turn on the television. Julia Child's is on the screen. She is speaking in her horrible accent. She is teaching some horrible cooking recipe. I'm watching lamb curry. I'm watching people go by. I'm watching my life... I'm watching what my christmas is. I'm watching and watching and watching. Finally hours later we leave. Am I relieved? Yes! Time for normal... time for boring.
