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It’s November, so I can decorate for Christmas, right??

There are a lot of reasons to get ridiculously excited about the holidays.  The holidays for me begin with my birthday, which was October 24th.  A week later is Halloween, and while I turned 29 this year and fully realize that it is probably the last year I am able to dress up like a slutty Strawberry Shortcake, I’m glad it’s over.  Because it was cold and I was not wearing nearly enough clothing.  And I wanted a weapon.  Everyone else in my group had a costume which required a sword, or nun-chucks or something violent.  I had a pink bonnet.

But that’s beside the point of this little story here.  After Halloween comes Election Day, and while I was just intimidated at the polling place this year by a little old lady handing out fliers for the County Assessor’s race, I did my civic duty and cast my vote for more Illinois politicians who will inevitably end up in jail or being an epic disappointment.  Think I’m jaded?  It’s Illinois, people.  Really.

Then finally Thanksgiving rolls around and I can bust out the family sweatpants – yes, we have family sweatpants for all major holidays.  Don’t be jealous because my family is that much cooler than your family.  Thanksgiving dinner always results in interesting dinner conversation while my grandmother sits there with her mouth open trying to figure out where she went wrong, and who the hell are these people?  Are we really related?  But it’s on the drive back from Thanksgiving Dinner when I start listening to Christmas music, which of course makes me happy.  Decorations go up the following day.  And then the holiday party invitations start rolling in. Here’s a brief breakdown of what my holiday party schedule generally looks like:

  1. The Office Party – Thankfully, I have a small office and we only do a dinner out somewhere.  But I’ve gone as a date to a few office holiday parties over the years (was never asked by the same person twice, oddly enough).  You know what is not appropriate at these parties?  Getting drunk on open bar cocktails, straddling Santa and practicing your striptease aerobics moves on the giant candy cane decorations.  Just take my word for it.
  2. The Ugly Sweater Party – This evite gets a “NO.”  I like to look pretty and wear sequins and be sparkly for the holidays.  It’s the only appropriate time to do so.
  3. My Holiday Party – Cocktails, music, good friends and good cheer.  And maybe this year no one will knock down my Christmas tree.  And maybe, just maybe I won’t wake up on my dining table with a string of lights wrapped around my leg (shining brightly!) and holding my tree topper in my hand with bits of garland in my hair.
  4. Christmas Eve & Christmas Day – Family.  I don’t even pretend to be Catholic anymore and have stopped attending midnight mass altogether.  Christmas Eve has become a nice dinner out with a lot of wine, followed by eating a lot of cookies and playing drinking games with my parents and siblings to the movie Bad Santa.  Need I remind you of holiday sweatpants?  Christmas Day involves more drinking but includes presents.  WIN!
  5. New Years Eve – This changes yearly.  I’ve done the big hotel parties, the bar parties, the house parties, the lay on the couch because I’m sick parties, the random yacht club parties (where tragically my BlackBerry went for a swim in the lake last year), and every year I say I’m doing nothing.  This year, it is looking like a night at home, maybe with a few close friends and a lot of liquor.  I’m spending too much money the following week in Mexico, so I’m going to take it easy.  I hope.

‘Tis the season, people.  Join in the fun and let’s get this party started!

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Surprises…not always that bad, actually.

I was always the kid who snuck downstairs on Christmas morning to peek at her presents. My parents used to have to hide our gifts at the neighbor’s house to keep me from finding them.  I hate surprises. Always have and figured I always would.  But I may be starting to come around a bit.

Surprises to me have always been like change.  I don’t like changes either.  This may or may not come as a shock to you, but I’ve always been a little bit of a “worst case scenario” person.  If something bad could happen, I instantly figure it will happen.   So why the sudden change in my attitude towards surprises and change?  Well, some little things have been going on that have kind of brought them on.

This past weekend I celebrated my 29th birthday with some new friends in Vegas.  And while I was thousands of miles from home, some old friends managed to surprise me as well.  After I checked into my room, took a short nap while waiting for my new friends to get to the hotel I received the first of my surprises … a dozen long-stemmed calla lilies (my absolute favorite flowers).  The note attached said “I know you hate surprises.“  After settling in and spending some time with my new friends, we went to dinner.  When I got back to my room to change my shoes before going out, I walked in to find a bucket of champagne, two glasses, a balloon and a card. I opened the card to find it was from a friend back home wishing me a “Happy Birthday!”

I was so touched by the thoughtfulness of this gesture I actually had to sit down for a minute.  Because of the time difference, I didn’t want to call my friend and possibly wake her up.  Then, as I turned around in the desk chair I noticed another bucket of champagne, two more glasses and another card sitting on the coffee table. It was from another friend back home.  How these two amazing people, both two of my favorite people in the entire world, had the same idea just about knocked me over.  I knew Q would still be awake because she’s a bit of a night owl, so I instantly texted her to thank her and sent A an email. I have the best friends in the world.

I knew there were more surprises in store for me throughout the weekend since I had “date night” the following night.  But being in a situation with new people, and maybe a new someone special, getting those two gifts from back home just put me at ease and helped make my night.  For date night, I never had any idea where I was being taken or what we were doing.  It drove me crazy. How would I know what to wear?  Would I be overdressed?  Underdressed?  Yes, these are generally the most important questions I have in life.   Anyway

There were three more surprises during my weekend which are a little more personal and I can’t just give everything away.  Yes, I am a tease. All in all, it was a hell of a start to my 29th year when I had all but given up on my 20s and was ready to skip ahead to my 30s.  I can’t say I won’t always try and find out a surprise, or that I won’t bug someone within seconds of actually telling me what is going on, but I have to admit that I’m starting to like surprises.

And that is the biggest surprise of them all.

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