We celebrated xmas day with pretty much the same posse we hosted on xmas eve.
While cozily hanging out at our place the night before, post-feast, I’d suggested we all wear our pajamas for the xmas day dinner, which was met with tentative excitement.
Lo and behold, I was the only one showing up wearing my beautiful new xmas pajamas — ask me if I care. I was def the most comfortable person all night 
The spread consisted of our hosts’ deviled eggs,
a cheese plate and crudité, my gravlax w/mustard sauce & a SALAD,
our widowed friend’s delish bacon-wrapped prunes
and fab mac & cheese, our HK buddy’s amazing, super-meaty Cantonese duck,
and our hosts soups: a seafood soup very loosely based on bouillabaisse, a kicky Mexican corn chowder, and a potato leek soup I randomly had assumed would be puréed. It was not. I didn’t try it, as I’d done too much snacking on the app, soup, and duck front.
My PIC’s flourless orange cake & pistachio ice cream were a lovely combo, not sure why I didn’t take any photos. Wait, I DO have a pic of the orange cake!
It was a mellow, fun evening with friends. We were just thinking how these have been our best holiday gatherings: no stress, no fights, no drama — nothing like how my family’s holidays would usually go over. I am very grateful for that, and for the best friends anyone could ask for.
Merry, merry.
But I got the last payroll of the year done along with a bunch of other things.
My dude’s killer margaritas are up as our digestif since we had to leave some booze behind last week.
