Baby, It's Cold Outside

Christmas was hectic as usual, but I reminded myself to be grateful for all of the different family/friend functions instead of stressed out about it. Having a million places to go made me feel loved. We started off in O.C.: We went to my uncle's house for Christmas Eve (where I received a fabulous Mexican art calendar and Mexican cookbook in the white elephant gift exchange - woot!); to my mom's house for Christmas morning (where E.I. made eggs Benedict for breakfast - very impressive); and to my grandma's house for lunch. We headed back up to L.A. for Christmas night and had a fabulous time at our friend Amerigo's (not his real name, OBviously) annual Christmas night shindig.

Amerigo is Italian, and his grandmother made the most DELICIOUS eggplant Parmesan I have ever tasted. Oh my god. You know how every once in a blue moon you taste something with a specific flavor you KNOW you'll be craving later? Like the chicken curry at Tommy Tang's and the gravy at Roscoe's? Damn. This eggplant Parmesan was like that. It was the sauce. Amerigo said his grandmother had been slow-simmering it since 4:30 that morning.

Besides the consumption of the most amazing sauce in the world, the other notable event of the night was that Amerigo came out to me and D. From the moment I met Amerigo about five years ago, I pretty much knew he was gay, but it was unconfirmed because he never talked about dating or brought any boys around. If he did talk about dating, it seemed like he specifically omitted any references to gender. So now it's out and acknowledged, which is good.

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I'm back "at work" today, and this week should be easy. We have Friday off again, so it's a short week. D is on vacation, so he's home with me. It's nice to have him around.