We went to a Christmas party today. I spent several minutes eavesdropping on conversations about Survivor, Facebook, and weightloss.   I know the calorie count of a t.v.-watching snack for my fiance’s aunt if she’s being good, if she ‘s being bad, and if she’s just kind of being bad. And I know that I do not handle family gatherings where I don’t know the people, nor losing at pool to Nikolai, very well at all. Yup. If he weren’t so very aware that he’s good at it, I think the whole thing would be better. The fact that I lost ping-pong to him after the whole “pool” thing made things rather worse. But we visited his sister and fam after the party to deliver their Christmas caramel corn, and hung out and had a drink and told stories and talked so tonight ended on a better and more comfortable note than it forecast earlier.