My cousin got married about two years ago, and she and her husband celebrate every Friday of every week by drinking Champagne. So, this past Friday, Christmas Eve Eve, we celebrated too. I love weekly alcohol rituals- Taco Tuesdays and Whiskey Wednesday are the best part of my life in Seattle. Champagne Friday? It sounds doable.
After the toasts we moved on to a new killer Christmas combination: flan and Words with Friends on the floor. Our homage to Alec Baldwin.
Then of course, there are the lights. Sweet Jesus, growing up in the dark winters of this corner of the country, we needed the lights. People always say things like "Oh, yeah, enjoy your presents and whatever but remember the reason for the season!" I think they mean religion. Well, let me tell you, that's not what it's about in this family. The reason for Christmas was to keep everyone from staggering out into the woods alone and dying by their own volition during the extremely long, extremely dark, bitterly cold winters. It can get...grim. That's why we do Christmas as if the whole family had drunk from our own private steroid-laced water source.
Of course, all of this hysteria gets exhausting and has to be tempered with quieter activities.
And walking three dogs outside in the 18 degree sunshine.
Peter KL came by the other night and I plied him with eggnog, rum, Margaritas, cheesecake and Jimmy Fallon ice cream. As ice fell and the roads glossed over, we spent the night telling outrageous stories of online dating and watching 30 rock.
My dad's favorite tradition is to take me to the Harpoon Brewery for beer samplers and chocolate stout. I'm not...I'm not losing weight on this trip.