Working up That Holiday Cheer

I am beginning to get some sense of holiday spirit.  I was wondering how this was goiing to play out, with me hitting the bricks three weeks before Christmas.    And I know it's going to be tough taking a train home from the house on Christmas night.  I was thinking about this last night as I was drifting off to sleep.

I flashed on a Christmas 26 years ago.  I was taking the Clark Street bus down from Evanston, where I had jumped off the Metra train from Wife's parent's house.  I hopped off at Clark and Deming and the only person on the street was a hooker.  It was really, really cold and she was looking for a chance to get inside for a while.  I could have had my bells rung for about $20.

But I wasn't up for it.  I was in love, I was cheap, and I wasn't comfortable with the idea of paying for sex.  Of course, I became more comfortable over the years, which is one of the reasons I am where I am today.

So that's why I was wondering whether or not this Christmas was going to do it for me.  I think I'll still be bummed out riding that bus.  But I will have a good time all day before then.  And I'm not going to cut a deal with the hooker.