If last night was the only Christmas I have this season, it would have been worth it.
Starting at like 4 yesterday, Corey Ian and I went and got booze/snacks for our party. After making up a noshie plate (on a cutting board and everything, with knives sticking out of the cheeses and everything) I made myself, Amy, and Lindsey gin and tonics and we went back to our bathroom and got ready: hair, makeup, the whole thing complete with drinking, techno, and talking shit about people. Lindsey did my hair a way I've never done and I really liked it, as did everyone else- I think I've really mastered looking like I don't care most of the time, then when I clean up people are like "whoa you're hot, when did this happen" so that was cool.
People started showing up around 8 and by 9 the house was full of all our best friends. Noshies both savory and sweet were extremely successful (Ian got green apples and caramel sauce), and the underage kids were having Martinelli's to keep the RAs comfy while mulled wine and drinking chocolate heated up on the stove. By 9, 50+ presents were spilling out from under the tree so Amy and I ushered everyone into the living room. We wanted to sing a song to everyone that was leaving (Corey, Kenzie, Sulli, Tyne, Emma, Alice, Kushi, and Emily) so we sang "If I Ever Leave This World Alive" to them, which Ian recorded, and left everyone feeling pretty mushy and a few even cried a little.
Tyne then stood up and shared that five years ago she lost someone close to her, and that this weekend she takes special care to tell everyone she loves them, so that was very sweet. Then we had the biggest Secret Santa exchange I've ever participated in, I don't even have any idea how long it took, but it was a while. Afterwards, Emma and Sulli came into my room and I had a great talk with them about how I'm going to miss them and travelling's hard, but that they're going to be great and different and everything will work out. Then there was more merriment, more drinking, and then I decided to give Ian his big Christmas present even though we had said we were gonna wait. I knew I was gonna get drunk enough to do this, I had warned him.
He was astonished. Beyond amazement, excitement, anything anybody normally feels. Drunkenly he fumbled with the chin guard that flips up and over, the sun visor and the windscreen. He didn't believe it for a while- he kept looking at his helmet like it could disappear at any moment. I went onto the site I got it from so he could watch the informational video about it: how it works, the features, what goes where. He paid attention and following along on his own helmet, it clicked that it was real. Pretty quickly after that he was sobbing, thanking me, telling me how no one else had ever believed in him like that. I held him while he cried on me, told him he was worth believing in, and that he shouldn't give up on things just because they're difficult. After he had stopped crying, we went out into the living room and bragged about how much we love each other...
Then I remember him asking me to marry him, and I was crying because I was so happy? But things get fuzzy. Eventually we both stopped with our Christmas druh-motions and I went and got us drunchies to eat in bed while we passed out watching the Shawshank Redemption.
It started out classy and beautiful and ended up messy and human and perfect.
People started showing up around 8 and by 9 the house was full of all our best friends. Noshies both savory and sweet were extremely successful (Ian got green apples and caramel sauce), and the underage kids were having Martinelli's to keep the RAs comfy while mulled wine and drinking chocolate heated up on the stove. By 9, 50+ presents were spilling out from under the tree so Amy and I ushered everyone into the living room. We wanted to sing a song to everyone that was leaving (Corey, Kenzie, Sulli, Tyne, Emma, Alice, Kushi, and Emily) so we sang "If I Ever Leave This World Alive" to them, which Ian recorded, and left everyone feeling pretty mushy and a few even cried a little.
Click to viewTyne then stood up and shared that five years ago she lost someone close to her, and that this weekend she takes special care to tell everyone she loves them, so that was very sweet. Then we had the biggest Secret Santa exchange I've ever participated in, I don't even have any idea how long it took, but it was a while. Afterwards, Emma and Sulli came into my room and I had a great talk with them about how I'm going to miss them and travelling's hard, but that they're going to be great and different and everything will work out. Then there was more merriment, more drinking, and then I decided to give Ian his big Christmas present even though we had said we were gonna wait. I knew I was gonna get drunk enough to do this, I had warned him.
He was astonished. Beyond amazement, excitement, anything anybody normally feels. Drunkenly he fumbled with the chin guard that flips up and over, the sun visor and the windscreen. He didn't believe it for a while- he kept looking at his helmet like it could disappear at any moment. I went onto the site I got it from so he could watch the informational video about it: how it works, the features, what goes where. He paid attention and following along on his own helmet, it clicked that it was real. Pretty quickly after that he was sobbing, thanking me, telling me how no one else had ever believed in him like that. I held him while he cried on me, told him he was worth believing in, and that he shouldn't give up on things just because they're difficult. After he had stopped crying, we went out into the living room and bragged about how much we love each other...
Then I remember him asking me to marry him, and I was crying because I was so happy? But things get fuzzy. Eventually we both stopped with our Christmas druh-motions and I went and got us drunchies to eat in bed while we passed out watching the Shawshank Redemption.
It started out classy and beautiful and ended up messy and human and perfect.