Pastrami on a holiday
Somebody should have told me to wear sweatpants to the Arclight due to the length of Les Miserables.
Such a classic, but SUCH long movie.
Tis the season of malls and movie theaters.
In fact, I spent Christmas Eve fearing the chaos of The Grove due to my procrastination/hangover on sunday.
It wasn’t bad at all.
Besides knocking my Tommy Bahama Bag into three shoppers, I would say it was very successful.
Even more successful, was the lunch at Greenblatt’s Deli.
Every year, Carms forces my dad and I to drive all over LA and drop off her magical homemade toffee.
We have made Heinekens, pickles, macaroni salad, and of the course the Famous Hot Pastrami Sandwich our new Christmas Eve Tradish.
“You know what I like about this, it’s pure fat. Just pure heavenly fat,” my dad said as soon as he took one bite out of the pastrami.
Christmas was mellow this year.
Lots of eating and LOTS of drinking.
New Years will most likely consist of both since I will be going to NYC for NYE!
Move over Times Square, giggles is coming.