On Friday evening, my friends R. and M. threw their annual Screw You, Kringle Bastard! party, which is a Machiavellian, martini-enhanced version of a white elephant party.
The gift scheming generally goes on for hours, but by 10:45 Nathaniel
was sound asleep on my husband's lap and we were not far from joining
him. 10:45 represents the latest we have stayed out since he was born.
Hoo-boy, do we live it up these days or what?
When we left, we had secured the following gift:
- Two (2) moderately bruised bananas.
- One (1) container of Fleishmann's margarine, slightly used.
- One (1) opened six-pack of Thomas's English muffins containing three (3) English muffins.
- One (1) bag of bagel chips, unopened.
I think the three missing English muffins were eaten by the Kringle Bastard.
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