Christmas was quite this year. I guess we are finally adults. I still like the excitement of holidays, but being on tour makes it hard. Because we are fortunate I feel that it's expected for us to remember a large amount of people on the holidays. I wouldn't mind this at all if I was some Real Housewife living in a mansion spending my husband's money. I'm not. I'm here in the trenches with him. All I can do is internet shop for people. I can't have rooms full of gifts to wrap, hell I don't even have a room. I feel that people don't understand this, or that they think we're selfish, thoughtless, or cheap.
I also find X hard to shop for. We, in general don't shop. We don't really own a lot of stuff not related to clothing, beauty aids, musical instruments, and electron entertainment devices. We have normal belongings and things from our past in our condo, but with us it's pretty much, us, and Buttons...
Buttons is my husband's teddy bear. He is a small baby blue velour plush bear meant for a newborn. This is the one item that X has kept with him his entire life and even though it would probably be safer at home has gone on every tour with him. When we got married I sort of got custody of Buttons. He lives in my suitcase or carry on if we're flying. Take a moment to let that soak in. Rock stars equal booze and excess not favorite childhood plushies. Now let this sink in, they are the same as you and I. They just have to hide it better. They have to project the image that they ( or the record label in most cases) thinks is going to sell. Maybe when they're old and on Legends they can confess that they toted around the teddy bear they had been given at birth, but no way is that going to work right here and right now.
I didn't get anything but warm wishes for Christmas. I don't think anyone knows what to buy me anymore. And I don't expect X to really get me anything, since everything I own is already due to that. I am in no way a woman who likes to shop. I like Make up and clothes as much as the next girl, but I also live out of a suitcase and feel guilty for spending on excess.