Day Three: Christmas Eve

Woke up this morning a little before eleven. Made a big crab meat omelete. Went with Mama and H to Mama's favorite hairstylist in Walmart. She gave me a good haircut on the top and sides, but the back is still a little long. I'll fix it in Seattle.

The three of us went back to Rincon de Buenos Aires for a half pound of jamon serrano, and sat down for some empanadas and ensalada rusa. Just a little snacky snack.

Came back, took a nap. Delicious nap. Dreamt I was in a Christmas party, but didn't want to talk to anyone, so I snuck into the kitchen to eat cashews, which were RAW, so I made a decision to roast them. At that point, the music playing at the party was "White Christmas" starting as an esoteric enterpretation, turning smoothly into a jazz instrumental, turning into an instrumental, turning into an electronically modified vocal, turning into a choir, turning into a woman singer, who sang the lyrics "... and may all Vietnam's Christmases be white! (of course not really, because it's a tropical climate...)"

Woke up and had arrozcaldo for dinner, which is usually the food at midnight, but we had it for dinner. H was the only one who had wrapped gifts, so we did our gifts then. I got some starwars dvds and some socks. Thanks H!

At midnight, we'll have jamon serrano. We'll be attending midnight Mass at St. James. I should try to take another nap.