Quick Christmas Rehash.
Lately, I've been thinking about what a pity it is that I don't update reguarly anymore. I enjoy going back through my archives and rediscovering what I was doing at a particular point of my life. That ability is lost without regular updates.
At the very least, I can remind myself about Christmas, if solely for the sake of record-keeping.
Christmas Eve is my cousin Al Blair's birthday. Typically, we hold the Eve at his house for a double Christmas-Birthday whammy. This year, however, Blair's mother was working, so we had a smaller get-together at our house. We feasted on Red Ribbon mango cake, lumpia, and spare ribs. My siblings played Modern Warfare 2, the adults gossiped, and my two-year old niece ate the live holly berries off my decorations. Whoops. I kind of fluttered throughout these three happenings until everyone left. Al Blair and Isabella slept over. This Christmas morning was the first time in awhile that we had more than me, my siblings, and my mother in our living room. My cousins and my brother's girlfriend were also present for the present-opening. I got a pretty sweet haul: clothes, a tire pressure gauge and AAA Membership, underwears, purses, a new comforter, and the requisite cash and gift cards. Yay! Thanks all.
In the afternoon, I went to PJ's for our little gift exchange--- my first Christmas with a boyfriend! Eeep. Part of me feels so fourteen. PJ jogs often, and he does so with an old, beat-up weight vest that is too small and cuts off circulation to his arms. So I bought him a new, military-style forty-pound weight vest. Upgrade. The funny thing I didn't realize is that when one orders a forty-pound weight vest and it arrives on your doorstep, it's a FORTY-POUND weight vest. I almost took out my back trying to pick up the deceptively small package. (The people at VMax are damn smart - they squeezed the weighted vest in a USPS Priority "Flat Rate" box, the kind where no matter how heavy it is, the cost will always be $11.95 as long as you can fit it in the box!) Wrapping PJ's present was a feat of strength and patience, and I had to get my cousin to lift the thing to my car.
What matters is that he liked it! PJ got me the leopard-print Slanket that I've been heavily hinting about. He also got me a video "bonus present." He modified a David Choi song (I didn't even know who David Choi was) and sang/played on his guitar. Witness:
The vocals are a tad off, but it's still super-sweet. He played a song for me, guys! Guhhhhhhhhh.
Finally at night, I picked up my super hot date, pinotnoir, so we could continue our "best-friend tradition" of Christmas Day movie-going. (Christmases-past include Dreamgirls, Juno, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.) This year's holiday release was Sherlock Holmes, which was wayyyyyy better than my expectations! I'm not sure why they decided to take the voodoo black magic route, but at least they explained it scientifically at the end. My favorite line in the whole movie was, "The game's afoot!" And oh, Jude Law. He is quite the delectable morsel; I'm quite jealous of Watson's little prim fiance. Today, Lizette and I also saw Nine, which, unfortunately, was not all I was hoping for. It was a decent film, but I was expecting something more akin to Chicago's caliber in terms of memorable musical sequences. I liked all the individual female characters (Kate Hudson! Nicole Kidman! Penelope Cruz! Fergie??!!!), but I'm sad they didn't all interact with one another in a more intricate plot; instead, they all just surrounded one Guido Contini. If I think about it too hard, I'd almost say the film doesn't do the women justice and chauvinistically gives Guido center-stage.
Anyway, that was my Christmas, for the record. I will eventually have to change my LiveJournal layout now to something less seasonal, boo.
At the very least, I can remind myself about Christmas, if solely for the sake of record-keeping.
Christmas Eve is my cousin Al Blair's birthday. Typically, we hold the Eve at his house for a double Christmas-Birthday whammy. This year, however, Blair's mother was working, so we had a smaller get-together at our house. We feasted on Red Ribbon mango cake, lumpia, and spare ribs. My siblings played Modern Warfare 2, the adults gossiped, and my two-year old niece ate the live holly berries off my decorations. Whoops. I kind of fluttered throughout these three happenings until everyone left. Al Blair and Isabella slept over. This Christmas morning was the first time in awhile that we had more than me, my siblings, and my mother in our living room. My cousins and my brother's girlfriend were also present for the present-opening. I got a pretty sweet haul: clothes, a tire pressure gauge and AAA Membership, underwears, purses, a new comforter, and the requisite cash and gift cards. Yay! Thanks all.
In the afternoon, I went to PJ's for our little gift exchange--- my first Christmas with a boyfriend! Eeep. Part of me feels so fourteen. PJ jogs often, and he does so with an old, beat-up weight vest that is too small and cuts off circulation to his arms. So I bought him a new, military-style forty-pound weight vest. Upgrade. The funny thing I didn't realize is that when one orders a forty-pound weight vest and it arrives on your doorstep, it's a FORTY-POUND weight vest. I almost took out my back trying to pick up the deceptively small package. (The people at VMax are damn smart - they squeezed the weighted vest in a USPS Priority "Flat Rate" box, the kind where no matter how heavy it is, the cost will always be $11.95 as long as you can fit it in the box!) Wrapping PJ's present was a feat of strength and patience, and I had to get my cousin to lift the thing to my car.
What matters is that he liked it! PJ got me the leopard-print Slanket that I've been heavily hinting about. He also got me a video "bonus present." He modified a David Choi song (I didn't even know who David Choi was) and sang/played on his guitar. Witness:
Click to viewThe vocals are a tad off, but it's still super-sweet. He played a song for me, guys! Guhhhhhhhhh.
Finally at night, I picked up my super hot date, pinotnoir, so we could continue our "best-friend tradition" of Christmas Day movie-going. (Christmases-past include Dreamgirls, Juno, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.) This year's holiday release was Sherlock Holmes, which was wayyyyyy better than my expectations! I'm not sure why they decided to take the voodoo black magic route, but at least they explained it scientifically at the end. My favorite line in the whole movie was, "The game's afoot!" And oh, Jude Law. He is quite the delectable morsel; I'm quite jealous of Watson's little prim fiance. Today, Lizette and I also saw Nine, which, unfortunately, was not all I was hoping for. It was a decent film, but I was expecting something more akin to Chicago's caliber in terms of memorable musical sequences. I liked all the individual female characters (Kate Hudson! Nicole Kidman! Penelope Cruz! Fergie??!!!), but I'm sad they didn't all interact with one another in a more intricate plot; instead, they all just surrounded one Guido Contini. If I think about it too hard, I'd almost say the film doesn't do the women justice and chauvinistically gives Guido center-stage.
Anyway, that was my Christmas, for the record. I will eventually have to change my LiveJournal layout now to something less seasonal, boo.