Ok, it went better than I thought



And now a comment on my ridiculously stupid office: WHY ARE WE HERE? I get up early (after a fun night, might I add) and there are no buses, there are slow trains, it's raining outside and no one really feels like being here. It's me and PB, and a multilingual executive who doesn't deal with the people we deal with at all.



PB is still bitching about the day after Christmas, but what else is new? I seem to get stuck with people who do nothing but piss and moan when they don't get their own way, it seems. Petulant mewling cabbages, they are! Ok, I'll stop.



Last night was a resounding success. This is a real family, with real values. THANK GOD. Yes, they went down the same dysfunctional beaten path as my own relatives, but the heart is blue-collar Fuck-with-us-and-we'll-kill-you staid and true stand-up beliefs. No bullshit, no games, just them, the table, three cats, 1 dog, a newborn, and 2 very colorful kids. They call a spade a spade, and that don't come easy in this day and age.



Ashley, the 13 year old girl, is a budding beauty with sandy hair, blue eyes, and an ever-expanding Barbie collection courtesy of grandma, my redhead's mother, who ate turkey, played some music and snoozed on the couch. We held our tryptophan a little better due to Chock Full of Nuts coffee, but then again, we're weird like that. We discussed dolls, dads, school, cats, cooking, skating, and TV. This kid's got a good head on her shoulders, and so does her brother Dan, who lives for video games. Hand-eye coordination is the way of the future, so I'm sure he's a whiz on the computer. Each child has inherited the King sense of sarcasm and irony. These are sharp kids. The house is filled with projects, books, a big PC in the living room, and only some video games and some DVD's. In true Irish tradition, I saw books everywhere. This is heartening in the MTV-sound blip era in which we live. They can think on their feet, and that is a real joy for the ages of 13 and 8. The newborn is just angelic, white blonde hair, blue eyes and a squeaky laugh. She didn't cry once, and watched us all with wide eyes and wiggles. She was passed around from lap to lap and didn't squirm once. Talk about a good baby!



So, that's that, I guess. And now, the intro of Red to my mom. THAT blog will be a long entry.



Hold onto yer hats, kiddies! She's coming up in three weeks!