So. Christmas Day. Meet the Fockers, which amused me. A mysterious text message from a phone number I don't recognize, wishing me a happy nondenominational holiday in language that I routinely use with others, which both intrigues and kind of weirds me out since I don't know who it's from. Chinese food at my local place, which was so not ready for the influx of Jews that we had to wait 15 minutes for a table and another 45 minutes for food (which has never happened before). A run to LAX to drop off a friend of mine who's headed to a warm, sunny beach for a week while I stay behind and work in Los Angeles, where it's supposed to be 60 and rainy all week. A trip to a family friend's house to feed their dog while they're away on a cruise. Finally, home. So, home alone without a nice Jewish girl to celebrate Christmas with, my dilemma is this: Do I break the vodka out of my freezer and drink alone, or do I go down the street to the bar that is barely populated? Since my living room is cheaper than the bar, I think I vote for the living room. Plus, I've never been one to try to navigate the bar scene unless I'm with friends, and I can choose my own entertainment if I'm on my couch... even if it is 250 channels of either It's a Wonderful Life or Miracle on 34th Street. To the kitchen! To the vodka! Yar!