So I couldn't sleep at all Saturday night. Just wasn't happening, so I was up all day Christmas Day. Started off the day with fruit-infued bagel, ignored my family, waited for Thor to escape his family, and then rode with Thea and Rico down to the OC to see what Princess (forever now known around Xmas time as "MistyClaus") had for everyone. Thea and Rico got some loot, Thor and I got spiffy flasks, and there was a tasty late breakfast for all thanks to (follow me here) the girls little bro's girlfriends family.

After that, we ran off to The Block to kill time. Saw Fun with Dick and Jane, which was exactly that. I haven't enjoyed Jim Carrey in a movie like that in ages. Clever little flick. After that, it was Munich, which we weren't stealthy enough to sneak into. It was about here that my lack of sleep caught up with me as I occasionally closed my eyes during the movie. I didn't miss any dialogue, but it was hard to stay awake at times. Decent movie, though. A lot more so, I expect, if you don't come from a place of moral, intellectual, and cultural superiority about the whole thing (which I do, since I am morally, intellectually, and culturally superior to everyone in the film and most of the people on the planet). Anyway, thumbs up for both flicks.

After the first movie, I fielded a voicemail from Spinner saying Merry Xmas. After the second, I had another from Lissa in NY. Very pleasant.

After that, we retreated to L.A., where I stealthy planted Rico's poorly wrapped birthday gift while everyone was completely preoccupied. Then it was time to abandon the crew and hit the Hanukkah party.

I showed up just in time for food, so there was chicken and latkes (with your choice of sour cream, apple sauce, or cinnamon sugar) and some other rogue items. I pondered the kosherness of having chicken and sour cream on the same table, decided I was completely ignorant on the matter and helped myself to wine and a bit of onion marmalade. Chatted a bit with the hosts, who are old family friends. Always a little awkward being around people who can remember when you were born, even if they can't recall whether I was ten weeks or two and a half months when my parents decided to visit Cuba with me in tow (it was the latter, apparently). Chatted with Avi, who looks a fair bit worse than when I last saw him. Looks like his body is just...breaking down. Wonder if there's anything to be done for him.

Didn't bother to look around the house the way I did last time. It hasn't changed. Hell, the place hasn't changed since I was small, running around being obnoxious as hell and enthusiastically performing along with the Thriller video in their TV area. Despite being a small house on a hill and being totally 1970's, it's a nice joint.

Anyway, so that was fun. Afterward, I considered headin' back to Rico's, but was denied the car. Instead I read a few pages from A Hunger Like Fire, grabbed a shower, checked some e-mail and sacked the fuck out listen to KPCC. I think I was actually asleep before 23:00.

Around 7:00, I woke up and checked a voicemail from a call I'd apparently gotten around midnight and missed (due to being asleep and listening to the radio). Rico said he'd discovered the gift and nobody knew where it came from until after it'd been opened.

Je suis un ninja!

All right, gonna lay here for a bit and listen to more NPR. Then, chinese food for breakfast!