A Holiday Tradition

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This weekend I shall crack open a fresh box of wine, get out the scissors, tape, and ribbons, light the fireplace that fills our basement with toxic gas and settle in for a few quiet hours of gift wrapping. For the first time in YEARS, I actually have all but two of my Christmas presents purchased early, however they are all currently sitting in our home office/trash dump waiting patiently to be covered in shiny red paper and topped off with satin bows. Kind of like the land of misfit toys, but without the very obviously homosexual Charlie in the Box.

Everyone has a holiday movie that, despite their Scrooge-iest intentions, will bring them a bit of the spirit of the season. For Lucy, that movie is Santa Claus is Coming to Town, the scary stop motion movie from the sixties. Which I get to watch over and over and over and over again. Lucky me.

For me, that movie, at least for the past few years, has been Love Actually. Sometimes I forget what a great Christmas movie it is, but everytime I watch it I find myself smiling. Below is the opening scene of this movie, which I saw for the first time in my gorgeous apartment in Italy. I sat on the marble floor with my roommate Anna (after a daylong trek to find a video rental store that would not only have movies in English, but would allow two random Americans to rent them) and watched, my eyes misting a bit as I thought about all the train stations and airports I had visited throughout Europe, and how I wished someone was waiting for me on the other end of those trips. And now, whenever I’m traveling, I always take the time to look for these moments, people happy, smiling, seeing each other for the first time in a while. Trent thinks it’s a bit stalker-ish and voyeristic (possibly true), but I can’t help it. I want to see that love is all around, in person, right in front of me. Just makes it all worth it, don’t you think?

Do you have a holiday movie tradition?

Jealous?

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Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting one adorable little girl. Little Miss Brooke Layne is the baby girl of my friend Hayley, and HOLY COW, this kid is so cute. Hayley asked me to take some newborn photos and I was happy to oblige. Get ready for your heart to explode. Ready? Here we go…

Brooke

Told ya.

Baby Foot

How’s that heart holding up?

Hat is a bit too big!

The cuteness is totally overwhelming.

Brooke's Hand

Rock fist!

Thumbsucker? I like it:)

She’s already rooting around for her thumb…reminds me of another newborn I once knew (ahem, Miss Lu). Hayley said she’s going to try to get her to take a pacifier so she won’t be a thumbsucker. I said “HAHAHAHAHA!” and good luck.

Superbaby!!!

This one is my favorite…SUPERBABY!

OK, now go look at something very non-cute to regulate your system. Maybe pictures of that ugly hairless dog. Or go watch Saw Part Zillion. I’ll be busy begging Trent for another baby.

Love Letter

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Dear Friends,

It’s been a week since we all came together to reveal in the joy that is NKOTB 20 years past their prime. And I have a few words for each of you.

Theresa

I will miss you, Theresa. You of the biggest smile on the planet and the happiest demeanor. Thank you for bringing me organic, New York, hipster cold medication and for buying Lucy a coloring book that made my house smell like grapes for days. And also, thank you for wearing the same shoes as me, even though yours are more authentic and hispter and mine are from the Gap. You made me feel cool, if only for a moment.

Shoes

Now, if I could only pull off skinny jeans.

Hugs

Thank you to Abbie, especially for helping me torment Mara. Our tag-teaming has been much missed during your absense. As are your many knock knock jokes.

Womanizing

Also, thank you for always dancing with me when no one else will.

Breakdancing

And for humoring me every single time I claim I can breakdance. I miss you so much already, even though you just left yesterday.

Amber

Amber, I won’t write anything since I know you hate the internet. But I love you, internet-phobia and all. You always look so pretty in drunk pictures, which I must tell you, is slightly annoying when I’m sweating up the premisis.

And also, “FEELINGS! OH LORD, THE FEELINGS!”

Mara + Me

Mara, I’d miss you if I wasn’t seeing you Friday. We shall wear our Edward Cullen t-shirts, squeel like 9th graders, and cry when we realize that three very important people aren’t with us. Boo.

Love, your best friend and lonely comrade,
Megan

No Longer Hangin’ So Tough

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Tired.

Last night was awesome, but now I want to crawl into a hole and die.

I wish I had pictures to show you, but they are tucked away on the memory cards of two other NKOTB attendees. Hopefully I’ll get them later this week.

For now, just know that your loyal Crazybanana had the best time last night. I’m so lucky to have my friends. I think I forgot how much I missed them.

And how susceptible we all are to peer pressure.

Recipe for NKOTB Fun Sandwich
5 girls from around the country who have lots of old stories to bring up at 1 a.m.
1 bottle of cheap champagne
1 giant hotdog, 1 order of brisket
1 vegan claiming she’s going to puke
2 side ponytails
1 burned NKOTB CD
5 concert tickets
3 exlamations of how the hell Jordan can still hit those high notes
1 hotel room
1 room service order consisting of 2 packages of vegan ramen, 3 chicken wraps, gatorade and a Twix bar
Vodka
1 pole to dance upon
1 alarm to wake you up for work at 6 a.m.

Mix all ingredients together thouroughly. Add several digital cameras if desired. Use kissing sparsely, but hugs can be added in whatever quantity you desire. And make sure there is one bed for cuddling, and one for those of you who don’t like people in your bubble.

Take Cover

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This is a week that will go down in infamy. On Tuesday evening, myself and four of my best friends in the world will descend from our different cities of origin (Brooklyn, Manhattan, Lawrence, somewhere in Alabama, and Kansas City) on the Sprint Center in downtown KC for a once in a lifetime event.

New Kids on the Block. Live. In concert. Bring on the leg warmers and slap bracelets, bitches.

In preparation for the big night, three of us got together in our hometown for the first time in months to have a drinking test run. Here’s what I learned that night:

1. This song makes us feel like we’re sixteen again. In a good way. Especially when it’s on constant repeat and we request it at every drinking establishment we visit.

It’s like Britney knew this event was coming up, so she got her shit together just in time.

[Yes, I know this isn’t my normal musical taste. But if you’ve ever been out with these girls, you’d understand. It’s effing infectious.]

2. Holy crap, Mara is an awful driver! The quote of the evening (besides “Womanizer, womanizer, oh you’re a womanizer baby”) would have to be “Don’t worry guys, Nissans don’t flip.”

3. We held a wicked dance off in a “club” that seemed similar to this:

But in reality, it was much closer to this:

4. True Blood is possibly the stupidist show I’ve ever seen. I mean, I love vampires as much as the next gal, but seriously…Sookie? Which means I will obviously be obsessed with the show in a short time….

What?

Oh, sorry, I was just watching clips of True Blood on YouTube. Crap. Nevermind.

5. Blogging is not appreciated by everyone. And Twittering is somewhat reviled.

“I just don’t understand why you need to put all your feelings out there. I mean, why?”

“Because I am an attention whore who cannot help but blab on and on and on about herself. Jeez, don’t you know me at all?!” [Storms off in huff, takes shot, falls down]

Now I must go nap, for Donnie, Danny, Johnny, Jordon and Joey cannot wait for a sleepy, hungover suburban mother to get her crap together.

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