a very halbsy holiday

ah, the holidays.
i am one of those people that is anti christmas music until after thanksgiving, at least (except for when i forget to take off *nsync's, merry christmas, happy holidays and occasionally belt it out when it comes on my shuffle, mid june, of course). so thanksgiving marked the time for me to start doing some things excessively:
a) listening to christmas music, which absolutely includes sufjan steven's christmas album (it's heavenly, happy birthday jesus) b) wearing my uggs (go ahead, put me in the category of stereotypical ugg wearing girl, those bad boys are like walking on a cloud, go ahead, judge). c) watching home alone 2, lost in new york, repeatedly (i bought a dvd in china with all 4 of them on it, awesome (also don't argue with me, lost in new york is the best... shut up (amanda))

so this holiday, i was really excited to spend my thanksgiving weekend with close friends and family. sadly my sisters moved down south and i wont get to see them until the next holiday, (rough break, christmas time on the ocean? this is where kevin mccalister and i disagree, sorry kev, but i'm all about it)  so for our thanksgiving feast i was the lone grandchild in attendance since my cousins on the one side all have significant others and were doing that thing (please remind me more of my single life by leaving me as the only person under 55). 

let me just start off with black wednesday. hello, awesome. i think this is the first year i decided to venture out on the biggest bar night of the year, and let me just say, it did not disappoint. i knew going in, i'd get to see lots of people i hadn't in a long time (some i was excited to see, others i had no desire to see), so i knew it would be a mix of awesome, awkward and hilarious (which are three words that sum up my life pretty well). naturally, it was a little blurry at times, making sure to share some beverages among good friends before hitting the really lame bar scene that is my hometown. upon arrival, chaos. packed bars, lots of greetings, smiling until my face hurt, the whole nine yards. bumping into people that were bitches last time i saw them and didn't let me down... still bitches. people i dated that i have no idea why i dated them. people i dated who still pull the same bullshit they did years ago, ay yi yi. ever heard the song "all my exes live in texas", i really wish they did. but all in all, great night. did some embarrassing stuff, which is pretty standard. ended my night, in a bed, but not after alex's dad took us to taco bell, which was heavenly. my group of girlfriends consists of five of us who have stayed close throughout the years and who are actually doing something with our lives after high school. we all received a text from one of our good friends in the group in the morning, which may, to date, (besides texts from my friend martha) be the best text i've ever received. 

8:05am "last night = puddle. woke up with taco bell wrapper stuck to my face. my boyfriend says i demanded a quesadilla then immediately barfed it up. fail."

as the holiday weekend continued. we hosted a pretty baller feast at my home on thursday. it started out with my elderly grandmothers talking to each other about their hearing aids, which i listened to intently, dreading the day i complain about hearing aids, but chucked, because it was hilarious (sorry grams x 2). my mom and i drank wine and got everything together, we talked about travel over the feast, i got asked countless times what i'm doing with my life, "hi, still nothing". i've changed my answer to "ya know, just hanging out". i'm sure everyone loves to hear that after i spent 4 years at a private university. ooops. workin' on it.... still.

friday we host a big post thanksgiving party at my house. lots of good food, lots of beer lots of wine. awesome. this year was the 5th year. i'm very blessed to have close friends (whom i noted earlier) who's parents are also close with mine. so it's a combination of families and friends, ended up being 30+ people i would say. my friends and i have created a tradition, since the first time we had this shinding: buy lots of boones farm, chug it upstairs, return to party, chow down, return later for more boones farm. this year was no different (i'll grow up someday, maybe). when my mom found out that we have this boones farm tradition her response was

 "boones farm? really? i thought i raised you better than that."

...sorry mom, apparently not.

after the boones and grub we actually made it to the bar after. met up with some good friends, ended up piling 7 people into a monte carlo for the trip home, real cozy, then we waited for our friend jazzy to struggle to get into his house in the dark while we all heckled him, sorry (i'm not sorry) to your neighbors. saturday i was way too worn out from the food and alcohol hangover that started wednesday, so i decided on some quality times with my roommates/parents, luckily  i did because my dad, the comedian, had some wise words about staying fit after the glutenous activities we participated in over the weekend...

"when there's a will, there's a way.... WHEY PROTEIN!"

it saddens me that this could be my last thanksgiving like this, but hey, at least we made it a good one ;) until next time, from me and mine to you and yours, happy holidays.