Monthly Archives: December 2013

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Thanksgiving–

My brothers came, they ate, they drank all the good beer, they left.  Truly, we had such a lovely weekend together.  Wednesday was my grandmother’s birthday, as well as the first night of Hanukkah, so I had my dad, his girlfriend and brothers over for dinner–meatloaf, caesar salad and baked potatoes.  Not a particularly traditional meal, but I had my stomach set on meatloaf before I remembered the Jewish holiday.  My grandma often used to say that one day she was going to walk into a restaurant and order dessert first– so we had ice cream and her favorite cookies, mallomars, as an appetizer.

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No one can make me cry quicker than my younger brother Timmy.  Like 30 seconds flat.  We rounded out Thanksgiving last year with a whisper screaming match in my living room with Roommate B sleeping in the next room hopped up on painkillers after getting tonsils out a couple days before.  We both got angry, I cried and then stomped to our respective corners to cool off.

After we did the standard “you’re dead to me” text messages from different rooms of the house, I relented, demanded he put his coat on and yanked him out the front door.  We walked to the corner store for a 6-pack.  We make up in 30 seconds too.  That’s how things are between us.

As we walked through Eastern Market Sunday afternoon, my father remarked about what a wonderful weekend it had been.  “And Tim didn’t even make me cry!” I said, triumphantly.

“There’s still time,” he said, smiling and putting his arm around me.

Dating–

I met someone from OCK for drinks right before Thanksgiving– nicknamed GTR/HON for reasons I can’t fully explain.  We discovered over High Lifes that we actually had a friend in common, which always reduces the stranger danger-ness of online dates.  I told him I’d be checking in with mutual friend F to make sure he was an upstanding member of society.

Me:  Good news, F says you’re not a serial killer.
GTR/HON: Thank god, I was sweating bullets.
Me: That sounds like something a serial killer would say.
GTR/HON: No double jeopardy.  I’ve already been vouched for.
We’re meeting again tonight.  Lets hope F is a good judge of character.
Work–
Me to boss, re: performance reviews: Maybe you should have a couple glasses of prosecco before we do my review.
Boss: Please, you know you have nothing to worry about.
Etc.–
Did you know you’re supposed to buy gifts for other people at Christmas?  Not just yourself?  Weird, huh.  Also, I keep biking to work with hard boiled eggs in my pocket.  They seem less likely to get crushed that way.  That is all.
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