First Christmas of the Year

"It's a very, very, merry, merry Christmas! It's an extraordinary merry Christmas!"
- Glee, Extraordinary Merry Christmas

Last night was my sorority's Ugly Christmas Sweater Party. In my case it was actually an Ugly Sweater Christmas Party, if you can notice the difference there. I didn't make the time to get to Jingler's and buy a festive sweater so I just borrowed an unflattering green one from my dad and wore a red dress under it, in an attempt to fit the theme as best as I could. I really didn't feel out of place. I only just noticed that, but it pleases me. Usually I would have felt awkward all night and possibly left early, but in fact I was very comfortable and actually stayed much later than I had intended.

I chose not to drink anything when everyone else started, a point which I'll get back to in a moment. I want to happily say that I was able to try a small sip of champagne which was as wonderful as I have always imagined it would be (tasting champagne has been a goal of mine since I started reading the Gossip Girl novels back in grade nine). I was sad that I didn't feel comfortable finishing it because I think it would have been a very enjoyable drink.

I started antidepressants on Thursday. I wasn't originally going to post it in the blog, but I have told Love, Wrecking Ball, Jewel, and then (somewhat impulsively) my sisters, so it's hardly a secret any more. I'm not ashamed to be taking them - in fact I'm really proud of myself for seeking out help for some issues that have been going on for several years now. I just didn't want to broadcast it. But when the girls asked me why I wasn't drinking and offered to share their liquor (as the assumption at first was that I just hadn't brought my own, because I usually drink quite freely), I told them that I had just started my antidepressants and didn't want to risk the combination.

I'm actually glad that I told my sisters about it. It feels nice to be that comfortable with them. Plus, they were quite understanding about it. Sister Beauty and I had a really nice conversation about it. And Sister Gold kept asking me if I was doing OK, but not in an annoying way. My energy level dropped to zero around 7pm, so when I started dozing on the couch around 11 I think she was concerned that I wasn't having a good time. I definitely was, I just sort of felt like sleep was gripping me and I couldn't shake it off. Being so tired last night was particularly inconvenient because tonight I'm so awake I think I could write a book just to use some of this energy up. Shit.

It was a great party. I really liked spending that time with my sisters, especially since I won't be seeing much of them before I leave for Katimavik (specifically: I have no plans to see anyone, but I'm going to try very hard to see a few of them). I'm going to miss them a lot while I'm gone, and some girls are actually going to graduate before I return. If they leave the city, then I may never see them again. Just to be thoroughly paranoid.

I love being a part of this sorority. As cheesy as it sounds, I feel like I'm forming bonds with people that I wouldn't normally meet. I've always found I have trouble integrating into new groups of people so it's great that these girls are so welcoming.

I can't remember where I was going with this any more, I've been watching The Big Bang Theory while I've been writing. I think I covered everything I meant to - awesome Christmas party, the sip of champagne I'd anticipated for years, antidepressants, and loving my sorority. Sounds good.