Hitting the road!

And we're off! Well, not yet. Tomorrow. After much (muuuuch) back-and-forth, it's settled: We're going to Boston! Josh has never been, and my ten-year old self only spent two days there, so there's plenty of Visiting Somewhere New Excitement in the air.

Did I mention the food? THE FOOD. Our trip is mapping out to resemble a milk run of Boston restaurants and bars. On the confirmed list: Abe and Louie's Steakhouse, Bukowski Tavern, Flour, Top of the Hub. For good measure, we also threw in a walking tour (SO ACTIVE) of Little Italy's best Italian food. A little birdy (the internet) also told us where to find the bar from Good Will Hunting. We've got this covered.

Confession: At the moment, I'm grappling with some mid-scale weird feelings re: not seeing my family on nye for the first time in, um, ever. I'm hoping sure these will pass after we've hit the road, made some ill-conceived Duty Free purchases, and filled our bellies with top of the line en-route Amurrican grub (read: Friendly's).

Mostly, I'm looking forward to road tripping with my favorite co-pilot -- the GPS! HA! Nah. Josh is my favorite co-pilot. He always let's me stop for a McGriddle before we even leave the neighborhood, and only complains a little when I skip through The Doves to listen to Beyonce.

In case we don't chat before then, HELLO 2015 & HAPPY NEW YEAR! Xx

Bragging Rights (Holiday Style)

Ho ho ho howdy! Can you believe the Official First Day Of Winter was only yesterday? I've been freezing my nuggets off since end-November, but anyway, let's welcome the change of season with a shitton of twinkly photos and such. Christmas! Hannukah! Excitement and cookies galore!

(Truly. There are cookies ALL OVER the apartment. I might have a problem -- The New York Times seems to think so.)

So here is the story and there’s not much to it. Last week, hopped up on holiday spirit (pine fumes), we bought ourselves a fine fir. It was heavy and sticky and smelly in that way you like about Christmas trees in theory but is actually worlds of annoying to deal with. Anyway. The lot's pickings were pretty sparse IMHO but picked a beaut we did and loaded her into the car.

Things quickly devolved. Once through the door, it was blaringly evident that our Brand New Tree was Way Too Fucking Big. Like, 7ft big. Like, cannot-fit-into-last-year's-tree-stand big. Then, my hunky fella props the tree against the wall, only to reveal a mosaic of tree sap all over his new winter coat. Fun times!

But we're troopers, we are! We named our tree Noëlla (good call, Pickle) and got her to stand right up (in a new stand... that cost six dollars more than the tree... and so it goes) and aren't we just the proudest!

MEANTIME, guys, don't forget we've got ourselves a multi-faith household (apartmenthold?) on our hands.

The bottom half is cropped, but yeah, our menorah the prettiest.

Noëlla turned out hella spiffy, too. :)