I went to my first Christmas party last weekend. We had food, there was music, we did the white elephant exchange game, we had food, we made fun of each other, there was this great punch, and did I mention the food? I love food. I shamelessly ate most of the shrimp. Twice.
What's great: I had plenty to eat. What's not great: There were three tables of food, and only five things I could eat:
A cream cheese and cranberry cookie topping, sans cookie (foreground)
A bowl of kisses and Snickers (background)
and the stuff I brought: yogurt and granola
I didn't take a picture of the third table: it was just baked goods. It was pretty easy to pick out what I could eat; I only had to ask for ingredients on a few things. I ended up with a nice plateful of food, and was very happy with it. Sure I wanted to eat everything else, too, but like I said, I shamelessly loaded up on the shrimp! (Twice!)
- Yogurt? Yeah, it's Christmas! Let's eat healthy! (sarcastic laugh)
- Man, I would hate to have to figure out what I couldn't eat.
- Who brings yogurt to a party?
- What a pain. I'm glad I don't have any food restrictions!
It was weird. (Don't forget - I love my friends!)
Once I was seated with my plate, it was totally normal, sorta. It helped that I sat with close friends, ones who know that I can't eat the yummy gluten-filled holiday goodies, but we still ended up talking about it.
I felt defined by the food missing from my plate.
It was weird.
The party was fun. I got brass candlesticks. I ate a pile of shrimp and yogurt. (Not at the same time! Ew) I hung out with my buddies. I took home my yogurt and granola and ate it every day for lunch this week. And thought about Christmas. I love Christmas. And I love my friends.