Um, yeah, it's a bit late for a Christmas Eve post, but we will ignore that this post is three weeks late. I have to tell the story. And it's a long, involved one. Go pee and get a drink before you get started.
Every year we have a Christmas Eve Fiesta, inviting friends over for Mexican food, just a relaxed time. This year was our 10th year in hosting it. I didn't even realize that until just before the party or I would have planned something special to mark the occasion.
This year was ... different ... than usual though. This year it almost got canceled at the last minute. And if the Fiesta hadn't been one of those well-established traditions, it would have been canceled for certain. As it was, we had invited fewer people this year, simply because we weren't certain that Skeeter would be able to be here, and I didn't particularly want to go all-out without him. Inviting fewer people was a good thing though, since everyone we invited fell into the "good friend" category rather than the "moderate acquaintance" one.
Remember that
little water problem? Skeeter couldn't stand it any more (or maybe he couldn't stand to hear me whine over going to the laundromat; we won't quibble) and he tore out a section of the wall to check further. He also found a plumber to come look at it on December 23 around 5 pm. The plumber determined that there wasn't a leak; it was a clog in the pipe, and it was a relatively simple fix to unclog it. He made a phone call, and we were scheduled to have it fixed the very next morning by Plumber #2.
YAY!! Or not.
First of all, Plumber #2 was scheduled to be there at 6 am.
::cue crickets::
You do realize that I am not a morning person, right?
Skeeter and I spent the evening of the 23rd getting things ready for early morning so there would be less to do. The plumber came in the next morning and was able to set to it straight away, working his uncloggy magic.
And then ....
swoosh!A tidal wave of water -- not just any water, but old lint and mildew infested water -- came roaring over the laundry room. It was more than
whiffy. WAY more. It smelled horrible. Walking out the door and back in could make me want to gag.
ETA for guests: 11 hours
First we had to clear away the wrapping paper for last minute gifts that had gotten soaked, then we started in on cleaning up the water. That was the first action before working on the smell. It took over 4 hours to clear all of the water properly and start in on making the place smell like something other than a dungeon.
ETA for guests: 7 hours.
Skeeter ran to Home Depot for emergency mildew removal stuff while I started in on cooking. He returned and we began to work. Thankfully, part of that process was "let sit for 45 minutes" so we had time to open gifts.
Yeah, we usually spend Christmas Eve morning in a relatively unhurried state, opening gifts, cooking, enjoying each our own company. Not this year. This year it was more along the lines of "open the gifts so we can get back to work" and not nearly as fun.
ETA for guests: 5 hours
After we opened gifts, we got back into the cleaning. Thankfully the mildew smell was starting to decrease by this time. We had opened doors, turned on a fan, lit candles, used the mildew stuff .... it should have!
I started back into the cooking, and Skeeter started setting up the tables and generally getting things ready. We had been working this way for some time when he decided to put the sodas in the small refrigerator that we keep for drinks. At that point he discovered that someone (probably a small someone who had better thank her lucky stars that I was too busy to be angry!) had put the small refrigerator on "high" and had caused two of the soda cans to explode.
ETA for guests: 3 hours
Skeeter handed off the fridge cleaning to me, and he went back to check on Operation Fetid Purge. Once the cleaning was finished, I went back to the cooking.
We still are without a dishwasher (my fault completely because I just haven't gotten it yet), but being without a dishwasher means that dishes take far longer than before. We don't use disposable items regularly, so we don't keep them in the house. I decided that for Christmas Eve, it might be better to have disposables this time. All of the main food was already prepared, so I put the enchiladas in the oven to keep warm and kept the soup in the pot to simmer, and I ran off to Kroger for plastic food items.
ETA for guests: 2 hours
You do realize that going to a grocery story at 4 pm on Christmas Eve is a horrendously bad idea, yes? I didn't. I had never experienced that joy before, and I (stupidly) thought that the grocery store would be mostly empty, possibly mildly busy. Oh the wrongness of that supposition.
OH THE WRONGNESS.I was astonished at the crowd in the parking lot, in the store. I had to park at the liquor store at the other end of the lot, and I had to wrangle for that spot. I hiked to the store, ran through and got the disposable dishes and cutlery, decided to get a couple of extra bags of chips just in case, and scooted to the register, where I waited ... and waited ... and waited. I read an entire magazine while waiting in line. Finally, at long last, my turn! When the cashier rang my order, I asked for a couple of bags of ice as well. She looked at me blankly and said, "You've got to bring them through in your cart." Perhaps she saw my look of incredulity -- seriously, have you ever had to bring the bag of ice through? -- because she let me go get them during checkout so I wouldn't have to stand in another long line. Honestly, if I had put the ice in my cart, I could have taken a swim in it by the time I checked out.
That adventure took far longer than I anticipated, so by the time I arrived home
ETA for guests: 30 minutes
Skeeter ran off to the shower and I did the last minute table setting and that sort of thing. I had just started making the chex mix when the first guests arrived.
The chex mix was put on hold because I remembered that I hadn't even started making the cookies for Santa. I made cookies during the party, but that isn't unusual. I had intended for them to be slightly more elaborate this year -- decorated gingerbread cookies -- but that ended up not happening.
Despite the troubles getting ready for the party, it was just as fun as always. We all went to bed late and exhausted, so exhausted that Santa didn't even fill the stockings until the next morning! Santa hates that.
Oooh, Santa did discover a brilliant new stocking fill method this year. Put all of the gifts that are meant for each individual into that person's stocking. As for the candy, just artfully drop it around the stockings (ours are placed under the tree when filled) and leave a little trail going to the chimney. Sass thought that was the coolest.
So now that you've read my book, how was your Christmas? And Christmas Eve? Slightly less eventful than ours, I hope!
