Break out the bird...

I love the holidays!

I didn't always used to. Thanksgiving in particular has a bad reputation in my family. Car accidents, hospital visits, nervous breakdowns, you name it. I tend not to stray too far from home on this day.

That's changing. Even though last year was equally disappointing, the dread that usually signals that day's arrival has lifted. I imagine that this has to do with being with someone who comes from one of those families that does holidays really well. Everyone goes to the same house with the country decor, sits around the table and plays nice for a few hours. I dunno, since I've found Ross I've experienced a sort of contentment around the holidays that as long as we stick together it will turn out just fine. Ahh the romance of coming from a broken home, people...

I've sort of latched on to the notion that the quieter the day is, the better. I'm working that morning and will most likely be entrusting Ross to babysit the bird (read: DO NOT FEED RAW TURKEY TO THE CAT). I just don't want to come home to find Ross with a turkey over his head and the cat chasing him around the room.

But I guess it would be par for the course...

I can't believe it's next week! The past few years I've really gotten into the Holiday hype. I guess it's because I'm doing it my way now. I also have a man with muscles to help me carry the damn tree. And hang the lights. And I can drink myself into a holiday stupor if need be (I typically don't, but it's comforting to know how to spike the eggnog in emergency situations).

I do not know what's come over me. I spent a TON of money on groceries. I made a juice on friday and now I can't get enough. I am totally well-intentioned here. But all I want to do when I get home is crash. Read. Hell, STUDY. My whole routine has been shaken up by... winter. And I'm not even depressed like I was last winter. I feel so damn good it's ridiculous. I have a wonderful man. I have my health. I have plenty of food in my tummy and my apartment is warm. I guess it's an intrinsic move to hunker down for the winter. The annual downswing. If all goes well I will run stairs in the arena after work and get home in time to just settle in and watch some snow fall.

We checked out the new Museum of Contemporary Art on Sunday. It's worth noting that it's the only Daniel Libeskind project that has been completed in the United States (the other one being the pending Freedom Towers in New York). I had never been to an art museum. I was impressed. The New West exhibit was incredible.

I have no idea what they were thinking putting a Libeskind in Denver. Here I am in this building that is a work of art all on its own. Between that and the art istelf, I was truly in the presence of greatness.

But Denver is simply not ready for a cultural experience such as this. Between the man that compared a male appendage in a painting to his own- in front of his children, and the woman who grabbed a Native American tapestry that was hanging on the wall and shook it...

We just aren't ready.