A Day

A day, strangely ordinary, looking through a few hours to Christmas eve. I stumbled home from a work party, drunk and loaded with gifts. It was a karaoke party, and I had resolved not to take pictures because my phone was running out of juice, and I wanted to fill my head with memories.
Sara and Clare had arrived late, because they had baked Christmas cookies with cheerful stars and tree shapes. Johnson was there too, but he had adamantly refused to sing anything, and taken up a corner, texting all night. Sparkly effervescent Julia bought everyone a round of shots, and was howling along with me to the songs she knew. Quiet Irene smiled and finally relented and ended up singing some Avril and Spice Girls. It was funny how Yui just took the backseat, but she joined us eventually in devouring the plates of popcorn chicken and fries. The true stars of the night though were Doreen, all clad in her Indian Goddess-ness, Braedon, our Broadway Star, and Shimbo the dancing King.

I am grateful for this day.