Posts Tagged 'holiday'

#9 of 22: happy new year

ooh, shiny.

#9 of 22: Completed 12.31.10-1.1.11

The ninth item on my 22×22 list is to celebrate New Year’s Eve. I find that I always like the idea of New Year’s parties – sparkly clothes, bubbly drinks – but when the night itself comes around, we never have much going on. So, B. and I hosted our own party this year. We required that guests wear something that sparkles (though he did not, instead claiming his sparkle came in his eyes), we cooked lots of fancy appetizers and desserts, we popped bottle after bottle of champagne, we reminisced and looked ahead, we danced and played and talked and laughed beneath tacky 2011 decorations hanging from the ceiling, and we rung in the new year in the parking lot with toasts and poppers and party horns as music blasted through our apartment’s open window.

I’m not one for resolutions (surprised?), but it felt like an apt way to start a new year: doing what we want instead of wishing it would happen, creating the life we hope for instead of settling for normalcy. Happy 2011.

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very merry

I've always wanted a "Charlie Brown" Christmas tree.

Apparently I only post on holidays.

I do intend to stop that trend, but so far those are the only slow, empty days I’ve been affording myself. Which shouldn’t be true.

Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. I’m not a Christmas person – I don’t feel particularly jolly during December, Christmas songs on the radio have been driving me crazy for weeks now, and seeing shops dressed up with lights and snowflakes just makes me feel manipulated by materialism.

But Christmas itself: lovely. In my family, it’s incredibly laid-back. My siblings and I make a fort in the living room and watch random snippets of TBS’s 48 hour “A Christmas Story” marathon, which usually add up to viewing the entire film. The morning consists of a leisurely breakfast with grandparents and gift-opening, followed by a day of food, naps, and playing with new toys.

As a general rule, I’d say that a holiday becomes my favorite when I wake up and go to bed in the same pair of sweats.

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I don't even want to know what's going on here.

I tend to internally rebel against the grandmother-catalyzed “say what you’re thankful for!” exercises, but this year I feel that some maturity (in the form of gratitude) is in order. Because really, my life is awesome. And choosing cynicism over beauty is too easy.

So, without further ado: I am thankful for…

  • B: because we just got engagement photos back and I am reminded that he is seriously hot. But also because he has been the best friend anyone could ask for through a year of huge transitions, crazy families, and major decisions. I am grateful for the team we’ve become.
  • our community: because I am regularly reminded of how much worse off we would be if it weren’t for our friends and mentors.
  • Trader Joe’s: because of mango mochi, dark chocolate raspberry sticks, and pre-cut squash – all under one roof.
  • my job: because I graduated in May with literally zero marketable skills in the midst of the economic crisis (dun, dun, dun!), but still get to spend every day with fantastic women doing good work that supports my newly-forming family.
  • space heaters: because it is effing cold in San Francisco right now and my toes are surviving nonetheless.

Off for a run by the lake to preemptively prevent any pie-induced guilt!


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