merry x-box

my always-astute blogmate mentioned today that one reason that it's sometimes hard to post on our blog is that she thinks of one funny thing that she wants to share, but wants to share it in some larger context instead of what it actually is, which is "this one tidbit of this one thing was funny." with that, let me share a few highlights of a very merry midwestern christmas devoid of any context...

-friday night fish fry with mb's family at "daytona north," a nascar-themed bar in which 2 pints of new glarus, one pint of various-alcohols-mixed drink, one miller and a soda cost $11
-my realization that jeans and a brown gap cable-knit sweater are not festive enough 12/23 wear, compared with mb's sister's hot pink cargo pants, sequined tank top, black velour hoodie and enough cubic zirconium to stop traffic
-mb's brother's excitement at receiving low-profile athletic socks: "wow! now i can have the look of miami in the weather of wisconsin!"
-six hours with butterknife and new-husband-of-butterknife (phob? p-hob? you really need an acronym) playing "apples to apples," a game involving matching the most appropriate (or least appropriate) noun cards to an adjective card, which sounds very nerdy, and is in fact very nerdy, but made more fun by p-hob's insistence on matching "sultry" with "anne frank" and "sensual" with "helen keller"
-the fact that 2000 years past its prime, my father still considers rome to be the center of the universe
-my dad's timeless aphorisms: "some things are like grandma and grandpa... you just leave them alone."

all in all, a very fun- and cookie-filled few days. now my blogmate and i are both back at work, both back on, again, a relatively soul-sucking project, made better by the fact that we're in it together. already we're competing for the "who was the biggest idiot today?" award. more to follow.