“We’ve got to put the Christmas cards away,” said H. on the morning of Jan. 1. Really? Already? The thing is that for me, the holidays were just getting started. Even after living in the US for almost 10 years, New Year’s Eve is still a major affair for me, just like in my Soviet Russian childhood. Oranges wrapped in foil, potato salad and the President’s speech at midnight. What do you when you really want it but it’s not there? You make it. Here was my recipe:
– Chop up Olivie potato salad (a staple of New Year’s celebration) while watching a movie you grew up with on the web. Add vodka to eggnog.
– Open grandma’s hand-written cooking notes. Close them. Buy a pie.
– Still not feeling it, schedule a massage session. Have them pound the heck out of your back. Scream out all your frustration. Relax, because your back is now a pancake and the only thing you can do now is smile and not move.
– Take your parents who are sitting in their kitchen in St. Petersburg to see fireworks in Las Vegas on Skype. Find out later that all they saw was a strip of light on the otherwise pitch-black screen. But that’s not what they’ll tell their friends.
– Climb under a blanket and watch movies with your parents on the TV in their bedroom on Skype. Ask them to move their feet.
– Learn phrases like, “Put me in the middle of the table! I can see the food better from there.” Feel like a one-year-old again.
– Translate to your H. an old Soviet comedy. See him giggle during silent parts.
– Wake up on Sun. morning with a light headache to a hug from H. and a massage by you cat. Realize that there’s no place you’d rather be.
– Resolve to have a fearless and blissful 2011.