Hello bloggers and Happy New Year! I’m back after what seems like a millennia away from the blogosphere. I was beginning to get the withdraw shakes from no contact with my blog. I’ve just got back from my jet setting holiday bonanza and I’m pretty exhausted. As a little break down I spent four days with my parents and sister for Christmas then headed down to DC to spend New Years with some Alumni friends!
Christmas was wonderful as usual. I am always beside myself when my parents host Christmas Eve at our home. There were a total of 12 people who came over for Christmas Eve and my parents go out of their way to make it a great gathering. I have to say I am truly lucky to have them as parents they are wonderful people! The only downside of being home for Christmas is one along with the great Christmas Eve my parents put on they also work themselves to the bone and are usually exhausted, secondly I was only home for 4/5 days before heading off to DC. It’s one of the first holidays where I felt like a visitor in my own home. I like to spend time with my parents especially at the holidays and it doesn’t seem fair to them or myself to be in for a visit.
As for my New Years visit to DC, it was great. I had a ton of fun visited a bunch of museums (my nerd card was just played) and visited a ton of my friends. New Years itself was as always…I don’t know…a struggle…I guess would be the best way to put it. I despise New Years; it’s like Valentine’s Day older much meaner brother. It is a incognito couple holiday. I know\ “they “(whoever they is or are) say New Years is about celebrating the beginning of the New Year, what “they” don’t mention is that it’s proper etiquette to celebrate it with someone that you will probably end up sleeping with in the New Year. Yes I spent it with a ton of good people, eating good food, and drinking fun spirits, but I always have this nagging feeling of missing something. I can’t rectify it. I can’t help but feel that I should be spending New Years with someone I am in a relationship with or something along those lines. I’ve never really had a good New Year’s kiss and I (ALERT: SAP MOMENT COMING UP) want to spend a New Years with someone really special, (not that the people I did spend New Years with weren’t special).
Also along those lines my New Years never seems to fail to have some form of drama culminate during its celebration. Last year was the girl that I had pined for in college finally wanting to sleep with me(this was also the year I came out of the closet (perfect timing) or this year Lauren called me in tears over a boy (whom is an asshole, lets leave it at that for now). There is always something that looms with New Years…something evil and malicious!
Okay now that I am off my obligatory update I want to talk to you about my curse…my burden to bare…it is known as the Wallet Curse! I carry a wallet, plain and simple. It is usually large and over stuffed a la George Castanza and I use if for a long time. I don’t go though them quickly. With that being said it never fails that my parents always get me a wallet for Christmas. Brown ones, black ones, ones with the stitching showing etc. I keep them in a box on my desk and they just multiply. Early on this year my Mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I told her specifically…no wallet. I got a wallet…again. All I can think is that poor wallet is never going to be used cause there are ton in front of it waiting patiently to be pressed against my ass. The good thing about receiving a wallet for Christmas is my parents have always told us when giving a wallet as a gift you put something in it. Whether it be a gift card, money, or something else. This year it was an extension on my Triple A care (which I did need). So I guess the curse has its pros and cons.
So I have a couple more posts regarding my absent that I’m going to put up hopefully today! It’s good to be back and I miss you bitches!