I went to a holiday party today at Independence Manor, particially against my will, particially not. knowing it was going to be lame, I did it for my grandma, obviously. she appreciated it.
after about two eggnogs, I actually didn't mind being there. people in their ninties dancing while those in wheelchairs clapped and bobbed their heads. It was an interesting scene to say the least.
santa was there too, which was just some short-order cook working an odd weekend shift as claus. the music was provided by Carlos from Brooklyn: a man playing an acoustic guitar in sync with a drum machine. christmas songs in spanish accents accompanied with off-time clapping lifted the mood.
It was nice to see these people enjoy their lives. after all, we'll all be there someday. happy holidays.
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