We forgot for a minute it was Christmas eve, and when we remembered we scrambled to make it to the Sheraton to watch the carolers. Christmas carolers with accents are interesting to say the least.
We headed downstairs in the Sheraton to the new pub, The Harp. I love it. It's a chain and is should be kind of cheesy, but it's not. I might ask if I can live there. Something wrong with an obviously pregnant woman living in a pub? I think not. It's probably the most "western" place we've been. And not a robe or veil in site. Strangely, that's what made my Christmas eve.
Christmas day we had the neighbors over for dinner. All the food was really good and I think we might have been at the table for two hours of continuous eating. All good old American Christmas food too. Ham, green bean casserole, dill and cheddar biscuits, mashed potatoes, corn bread casserole, pecan pie, Christmas cookies...mmmmm.
I took Perry some leftovers for lunch today at the Corniche. He seems to enjoy the idea of me bringing him lunch to the park everyday. Maybe we'll shoot for once or twice a week while the weather's so nice.
Tonight we head to a get together for Boxing Day. We don't know what Boxing Day is all about, but Perry and the neighbor thought they might show up in shorts and gloves so they're prepared. I think I'll do some research before we head over tonight, or not. It might be more interesting if I don't.
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