Tuesday, December 19, 2006

A Few Heartwarming Holiday Moments

1. My mom wrote this in an email to me: "I want to rip someone's face off. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!" (And all this time I've been claiming to be more like my dad.)

2. Dorie's husband offered me his children to serve drinks at my New Year's Eve party. By strapping trays. On their heads. And having them walk around. Now there's a joke only their father could get away with.

3. Melissa and I decided that we're breaking up all the couples at said party and drawing names to determine who will kiss who at midnight. People are then free to return to their chosen kissing partners, however, the duo who stays together the longest into the new year gets a great door prize. I may be getting a little competitive here, but I think One of My Friends Who is Entirely Unaware of What They're Getting Into and I will be very happy together. I can see it now: "Stop crying, Kevin. You can go back to Carly AS SOON AS I GET THAT DOOR PRIZE."

4. My students did remarkably well at their holiday concert today, considering they weren't allowed to say the word "Christmas." That meant plenty of Winter Wonderland and (wait for it) Winter Pokey, to the tune of Hokey Pokey. What have we become, America? You put your mittens on, you take your mittens off, you put your mittens on and you shake 'em all about...

5. Donald Trump just forced Santa into rehab. Thankfully the big guy is just grateful to get a second chance and promises to try much harder next time.

6 comments:

nabbalicious said...

My brother has a friend who attended a party in Los Angeles a couple years ago. The host had hired midgets to walk around in sombreros loaded down with tortilla chips and salsa, and brother's friend said they were indeed the perfect height for dipping.

stefanie said...

#3 is the best party idea I've heard in I don't know how long. Wait. Maybe I should see photos of your guests before I make that sort of claim. Hmm.

stefanie said...

Also, Nabbalicious--dear God; tell me you're kidding. I can't decide who I'm more baffled by there--the host who came up with the idea, or the midgets who said, "um, OK!"

Don't get me wrong; that's hilarious. But have the little people no pride??

othurme said...

Little people in LA are no different than anyone else in LA. Anything for money or a chance to have Kiefer Sutherland eat guacamole from the top of your head.

digital janitor said...

othurme is right. I once worked on a reality TV show called The Littlest Groom. You guessed it, The Bachelor, only with little people.

Funniest thing I overheard working on the show was the casting director, talking about the psych profiles they ran on the "contestants" before the show: "They're the most normal people I've ever tested!"

Oi.

Anyway, I f'ing dig your party idea. Too bad I won't be there to take pictures of you passed out on the couch.

digital janitor said...

Ok, nevermind that last little bit on my previous comment. I got my blog people confused and mistook you for stefanie.

I'll go hide now.