There was Thanksgiving…
…and then there was Hawaii…
…and then the holidays came and went.
And because of the festivities in Hawaii, Brian and I figured we should spend the holidays together for the first time, visiting both our families all over New England. He called it “the dog and pony show,” which I guess makes me the pony show and him the dog, because I have long hair and I like to prance and gallop and I can’t be tamed. Brian is the dog because he likes to ride bikes.
The holidays were really wonderful, if not totally exhausting.
As Dog and Pony Show, we drove first to New Hampshire to see my parents for Christmas Eve…
…then to Beverly, MA, to spend Christmas Day with my brother and sister-in-law and Tyler and Abby…
…and then to Rhode Island to spend Day After Christmas with Brian’s family…
…and then back to New York to spend December 27 Day doing touristy things with Brian’s family (a group of nine people traversing midtown to see the Rockefeller Center tree, Bryant Park, the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, and all the lights we could find).
Along the holiday way, there was a lot of champagne and at least 3,892 cookies. Ponies love cookies. There were also two new baby llamas, but I don’t have a picture of them to show you because it rained the whole time we were in New Hampshire and my phone is allergic to rain.
I also finally saw Frozen, which is exciting.
Actually, I saw the first 20 minutes and the last two minutes, and I slept through the rest. So I don’t really know the deal with Kristoff and Olaf and Sven, but I do understand the meaning behind “Let It Go” now, which is good, since I am considering that for the song to which I will walk down the aisle at our wedding. “Letting go” of my last name and my ability to lie about my credit card bills. It makes sense, plus it’s a really solid, crowd-pleasing jam. I would go with the classic Elsa/Idina Menzel version or this version. Not the Demi Lovato one. I love the sound of little kids singing, so maybe instead of hiring a band or DJ, Brian and I can just find some kids and teach them the lyrics to songs like “Shake It Off” and “Anaconda.”
But first we need a date and a venue and that is all overwhelming so we’ll maybe talk about it some other time but not now. Back to the Dogs and Ponies…
I ran only once during the holiday week and, for the first time in my adult life as of late, opted for family time over fitness time.
Abby and Tyler make me so much happier than running ever could. And my pants may be extra tight right now (because, let’s be honest, they were tight going into the holidays to begin with), but I am also very happy. Those kids are damn cute. And Tyler doesn’t care if Auntie Ali has to wear sweatpants all the time because they’re the only things that fit right now (a la Regina George).
I know the levels of cheese and joy have been pretty off-the-charts around these parts lately, but I understand why people get engaged around the holidays. It was really fun and exciting and lovely getting to spend a few days with our families and talking [very early and mostly hypothetical] potential wedding plans and ideas. So, again, good job, Bri-Dog. Well played.
That’s all for now. I’ll be back soon, because you know I’ll be doing a little “2014 reflection” and “2015 excitement.” And also because this post was supposed to go up three days ago but, yet again, I broke my blog so it had to wait.
Also — last thing, really — I am planning a post (I know, who am I? Actually planning a post!) with some Crohn’s updates and a bit about my experience so far in a clinical trial. Somehow it’s been almost a year since I enrolled in the trial and it saved my little life. So if you have any questions — about Crohn’s or clinical trials or Hawaii or Brian or what kind of Christmas cookies I like — have at ’em below and I will answer them. I am expert in all things, so a Q&A post will be worthy of a bookmark in your preferred internet browser. Obviously.
PS I love you.
PPSS I’d love to know about the best gift you gave for Christmas or Hanukkah. So I have some ideas for next year. Thanks.