gifts deserved
As promised, here’s the first part of my holiday break. You don’t care but I’m not going to just drop a recap of my time south of the border into your laps. That comes soon.
I don’t know how the fat old man was to you, dear readers, but he hit me up big. Muchos gracias (was just in Mexico; rubbing too hard?) mi amigo. I hope you all enjoyed the used-to-be-religious-now-materialistic holiday.
I had great times with my friends from way back. We met at T’s house and threw down a nice little shindig. TinkTrace was there, as were many others. We missed Nut and Zook though. (They were busy with family and a wedding or something. Yawn.)
Christmas Eve night, Girlfriend and I hung out with her parents. I went to church (no; seriously), had an awesome dinner and played Pictionary and Charades. I’m terrible at the latter (wicked at the former).
We opened gifts and my lack of fashion sense vomited forth like so many scarabs from a mummy’s lips. Girlfriend’s parents got me a sweet winter coat and Girlfriend got me a bunch of wearables. (Now my attire nearly matches my inflated ego.)
Then there was lunch at my parent’s place on Christmas Day. Most my immediate family came out for snacks, sandwiches and some gifts. I found candy, Shut the Box and some other awesome. (Most of my gift is wrapped up in the flight to AU in a few weeks.)
Most of you can attest to my usual vacuous bravado and egotism but I don’t mean to brag. The gifts were generous and thoughtful (on top of, in some cases, wildly expensive). I don’t deserve them. So they serve as motivation to suck less in the coming 364.25.
Anyway, that night we went back to Girlfriend’s parents’ for their party. I got some tips on AU, good food (especially the banana bread) and good conversation. What more can you ask for from the holidays? (Answer: nothing you spoiled heathens.)
Early the next morning, Girlfriend and I took off to the land of pesos, tacos and Heidi Montag (speaking of vacuous)…