Crunch time

For 22 years I've heard people go on and on about how busy the holiday season can be. Until now, I've chalked it up to poor time management and an inclination to whine because I never really found December to be all that hectic. I mean, sure, there are extra events to attend and maybe some shopping that wouldn't happen normally, but other than that it's always been relatively smooth sailing. Well I've figured out the crucial factor that has kicked this holiday season up a notch and left me cursing the fact that there are only 24 hours in the day: this is my first Christmas as an "adult." (I use quotations because only by conventional definition am I an adult. I live on my own, I have a full time job, I pay bills yada yada yada. Other than that, still a frat boy.) The point is, that I do have a lot more on my metaphorical plate and these past two weeks have been a bit more frantic than I would like.
I miss the good old days when Christmas meant at least 10 days off from any form of obligation i.e. sleeping in, eating cookies, and watching A Christmas Story. Don't get me wrong, I still fully intend on checking all of those activities off my list, but unfortunately, my window of opportunity is much smaller this year. I guess I'm just a little bummed that I can't do whatever I want and wear nothing but pajamas for a week straight. Responsibility is a bitch, kids. You remember that. Anyway, enough seasonal sulking. On the upside, me and Popsacola will be singing along to "Blue Christmas" in less than 24 hours. And I hear there's another throw back punk show this weekend at our favorite Philadelphia Pike watering hole. Until then, I've got presents to wrap. Happy Festivus!