December 25, 2013

"Time’s gone by since that silly, regrettable business/When she became known as The Girl Who Ruined Christmas."

"Helen harbors the hope that the passing five years/Have made folks forget both the vomit and tears..."
And throwing of glassware and drunken oration,
That half-hour tirade of recrimination
Where, feeling misused, she had got pretty plastered,
And named His name publicly, called him a bastard.
The details are fuzzy, though others have told her
She insulted this one and cried on that shoulder,
Then lurched ’round the ballroom, all pitching and weaving
And ended the night in the ladies’ lounge, heaving.
From David Rakoff's "Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish: A Novel," found, this morning, on my search for "Christmas" amongst my ebooks.

4 comments:

betamax3000 said...

I Think I Was There That Night.

betamax3000 said...

And the throwing of logs onto the Althouse blog's oration,
That half-page post of posed persuasion
Where commenters then got pretty hammered
And named Names publicly, pontificated and yammered
The details are fuzzy, though others have said
They insulted this one and cried for Their Heads,
Then lurched ’round the internet, all pitching and weaving
And ended the night with Betamax3000's comments, heaving.

chuck said...

Did she discuss the ACA?

Carol said...

Ah, a good cautionary tale, to help me retain my Dignity tonight.