Christmas at the Parents

I haven't had the ability to blog for a bit because I was at my parent's house and mostly I would be hiding at my boyfriend's house without a computer. Sorry!

(Christmas Sushi!)

Christmas at my parent's house was probably a similar experience as everyone when they move out of the house: full of awkwardness and trying to find any opportunity to spike your drink. Our usual Christmas Eve traditions were carried out as usual. The family hangs our stockings on Christmas Eve, reads 'Twas a Night Before Christmas aloud to everyone, and then watches a Christmas Story. Luckily this year I was able to have about three glasses of wine, anisette, and some Maker's Mark and Dr. Pepper. Because of all of that though I was definitely falling asleep after the leg lamp scene during the movie. I was so tired on Christmas Eve I couldn't wrap my presents last minute like I usually do but just passed out instead. 

My mom woke me up at the crack of dawn the next morning. She gets way more excited Christmas morning than I have in over ten years. After peeling myself from my pillow and realizing that I was awake before most of the earliest birds in the morning, I dragged myself downstairs to realize that my parents had put the presents out at God knows what hour in the night. We all opened our presents for a few hours and I sipped multiple mimosas with the concentration levels mostly favoring champagne. Mostly I had received a few books and perfumes I had asked for and this five-in-one music player. Basically it plays any form of music you can think of, from vinyl records to my iPod. It's dope as fuck. Thanks Santa/Dad! I've been playing my Black Keys and Nick Drake records all morning. All in all, Christmas at my house was pretty good this year especially because our family was finally altogether.. and I was drunk most of the time. 

(Christmas Day outfit)

(Mimosas, presents & Sushi)

(Sushi wanting to open her stocking)

A Very Traditional Christmas(?)

Christmas has always been one of my favorite times of the year. I was raised on the very modern christmas of pulling the "tree" from the attic and stuffing the branches into the always cheerful black pole, that eventually created a tree before our eyes. Putting the tree together was then followed by the extremely spirited yelling from my mother to get the rest of the "christmas crap" from the attic/basement, where my brother, Dad and I uncovered the rest of the dusty decorations. Usually some very festive phrases were muttered at this time such as, "Fuck this heavy ass shit. Who even bought all of this crap?" via my dad. I would like to believe that my first introduction to the lovely world of curse words was probably thanks to Christmas decorating. Usually my dad and I would finish decorating the outside of the house freezing our asses off. Lucky-mom stayed inside and waved from the windows, obviously relishing in the fact that she didn't have to try to unstring the seemingly infinite amount of Christmas lights that were to be strung somehow on the bushes. These lights also always managed to completely cease working in storage and now of course, no longer lit up. Followed by piling into the truck and off to Lowe's to spend $15 on a box of white lights. Traditions in my household die hard and I am summoned this year to drive to my parent's house and go through the same process as always. I can't complain, even though it sounds like a shit show… well okay it is.

(From last year, proof that I do freeze my ass off with my dad to decorate)

Anyway, all of these years of all of these traditions added up and now I am on my own to have my very own first Christmas. I am in the process of creating my own memories with my current boyfriend. This year I decided I wanted to buy my first ever real Christmas tree. Thanks to modern advances, it was purchased via the comfort of my own home on the internet and delivered directly to my door. A little variation in traditions never hurt anyone.. right? (Thanks QVC & internet for existing.) My boyfriend and I strung the lights and decorated the tree and my apartment while listening to Christmas music. Our lights all lit up when plugged in, didn't have to construct a tree from plastic and metal and luckily, we are both pretty fluid in the language of cursing to use at our own freewill. I have to say that I am happy and excited with where I am, in the midst of creating my own traditions. I also couldn't be happier to be doing it all with someone whom I love.

(Our 7'5" tree in its very traditional cardboard box form) 

(The final product)

(Wouldn't be Christmas without "the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window")