Why Do Traditions Ruining Christmas?
With all the traditions that come with this time of year, there is one in particular that my friends and I have not celebrated since we started having kids and the holidays became all about them (thanks for ruining Christmas, kids). Every year, after the Rockefeller Center tree went up, we would gather as many of us as we could and venture into New York City. Some years we had as many as forty people; friends of friends added to the crowd. Our tradition was to first go down to Greenwich Village for a few drinks then uptown to Rockefeller Center, fighting holiday crowds all along the way. Afterwards we would cross over 5th avenue and go into St. Patrick's Cathedral for the pageantry that was Christmas.
That was the plan each year. It didn't …show more content…
After a few more rounds our two groups merged into one super-drunk group. Arlene and her twenty-one-year-old counterpart quickly became friends. Someone pointed out the time and said we should leave to see the tree, but that suggestion was ignored. More drinks, more toasts, more dances with Karen and her amazing scent (too creepy?) and many more calls to see the tree (which were ignored) followed. As the time went on Arlene's head sank lower and lower as she had a slurred conversation with her reflection in the bar top. Eventually we collectively knew it was time to leave so we left the bar and hailed cabs for our trip uptown.
Several blocks from Rockefeller Center, with traffic at a crawl, we paid the cab fare and decided to walk the rest of the way. We flagged down as many from our group as we could find and reconvened on the sidewalk outside of Trump Tower. Sadly our new found friends were gone, but we retained much of our original group. Then suddenly, we all had to pee. It was like our bladders synced up when we stepped out into the cold December
That was the plan each year. It didn't …show more content…
After a few more rounds our two groups merged into one super-drunk group. Arlene and her twenty-one-year-old counterpart quickly became friends. Someone pointed out the time and said we should leave to see the tree, but that suggestion was ignored. More drinks, more toasts, more dances with Karen and her amazing scent (too creepy?) and many more calls to see the tree (which were ignored) followed. As the time went on Arlene's head sank lower and lower as she had a slurred conversation with her reflection in the bar top. Eventually we collectively knew it was time to leave so we left the bar and hailed cabs for our trip uptown.
Several blocks from Rockefeller Center, with traffic at a crawl, we paid the cab fare and decided to walk the rest of the way. We flagged down as many from our group as we could find and reconvened on the sidewalk outside of Trump Tower. Sadly our new found friends were gone, but we retained much of our original group. Then suddenly, we all had to pee. It was like our bladders synced up when we stepped out into the cold December