SoccerRoommate, Roommate J, CC and I are relaxing and listening to Christmas music. Some of us are doing homework, some of us are wrapping presents, some of us are writing on their blogs, but all of us are finally feeling the holiday spirit.
I myself feel as if I have had a 24-hour long IV drip of holiday spirit, starting last night when I went to S's holiday party accompanied by Downstairs Chatterer. The two of us know her from French and had just been to see Sin City (INCREDIBLY violent, but beautifully filmed and a good take on modern film noir for all its flaws). The party was fun and there was Christmas music playing, but we really only knew each other and we were so crammed into her dorm room the mingling was impossible so we stood and talked and ate chocolate-covered apple slices for a while and then left.
Today I made a second trip into New York, once again attempting to see Cyrano and once again failing and once again discovering what a blessing in disguise that was. This time I got a ticket to The Seafarer, an Irish play set around Christmas wherein the devil comes to play cards with a heavy-drinking group of friends. It was amazingly good; the perfect blend of comedy and drama and excellent (of course) accents all around. Before seeing the play, though, I visited Amy's Bread, an excellent bakery, in their Hell's Kitchen location, went shopping at H&M and Anthropologie (too many things to buy at the first, too few things to buy under $50 at the second so that I wound up buying nothing), and stopped in at St. Patrick's Cathedral for some tourism, candle lighting and introspection.
I had no trouble with Penn Station this time around and got a shiny new French-style doubledecker train on the return trip. On my way back Roommate J called me and asked whether I was close enough for her to wait to have dinner with me. I was not, so she went and when I got back instead of going to the dining hall (a bit of an anticlimax) I got Indian takeout and had an hour-long conversation on the phone with "Katya," a high school friend. Then CC offered to turn on Christmas music.
And here we are, eagerly anticipating our journeys home on Tuesday (ten minutes for some of us, three hours for others) and hoping for good weather to buoy us thither.