Jake’s Holidaze Slumber Party.Submitted for your holiday reading pleasure or just to put you in the right spirit for slugging back pepper-tinis and spending merry times with good friends, I bring you thefirst (topical) installment of “Tales from the MISLH Cutting Room Floor”: Jake’sHoldiaze Slumber Party.Its an excerpt from my yet to be represented or published book,
More Inner Strength, Less Hallucination
. An excerpt that has been heartbreakingly edited out of the book entirely because I must reduce MISLH by at least 60,000 words if I standany chance of getting an agent. Still, its one of my favorite stories. I hope youwill enjoy.Happy Happy, Merry Merry to you in the upcoming year and thank you for reading mywork, it means the world to me.
Each year Jake hosts a "Cathie" slumber party on the eve of December 25
. A gathering borne as an excuse not merely to escape family obligations but mainly to ensure thatwe’d have our own family holiday celebration together. There was added value in that italso got Jake to stop rushing, running, and merrymaking all over the metro area. AtChristmas that boy takes on more than a one armed elf making “Charlie in the Boxes” onDecember 12th.The invite required arriving in your PJs, a white elephant gift and admonished thatrelaxation was mandatory. The usual suspects arrived between 9 &10 pm: the Cathies,Judy Lynn and myself.Jake’s home was warm and inviting decorated as if overly caffeinated design interns from pottery barn had run rampant through the house flinging fists full of tinsel and garland.Each year Jake decorates in a new and different holiday theme. This year his home wascovered in snowflakes and peppermint, featuring a lovely spread with a mini bar set up to ply house guests with peppertinis and yummy sugar dusted rum ball cookies.I am desperate here to make a joke about a bunch of hags and fags sucking back sugar coated balls and rum- but honestly, shouldn’t the holidays be treated a bit morereverently? Plus I am not sure I have license to loosely use the term “fags” and all the boys will yell at me for calling myself and Judi Lynn “hags”.Fruit flies, darling, fruit flies…To my chagrin, Jake wore peppermint striped PJ pants, and not the “HO HO HO”flannels from Old Navy that I had purchased for him earlier that month. Dean Martinsang Christmas carols in the background, sparkly white lights twinkled from a gorgeously