L'aventure américaine

My heart skips a beat just reading the sentence above, but now, as I'm 26 years old, I think that it's finally time to go to a.... New Year's Party. You see, nearly every year, I stay at home with my parents and whomever else may be around that year and we drink margaritas and watch "When Harry Met Sally." Sometimes we play games. Sometimes we go on a walk. Last year I barely made it to New Year's because I was so tired! But the drinks and the movie are a constant stand-by and I'm guaranteed to have a good time. It's also my dad's birthday on the 1st, so it saves me a hungover drive home. The times when I've missed this? I've been in Italy with my brother (despite several cooking disasters, I had a good time) and a year in Telluride (in which I ran into my ex, got into a dismal funk and went to bed at 11:45pm). I choose to think that I'm not so much lame to stay at home with my parents every New Year's, but more, secure eno

Happy Christmas. Happy Post-Christmas. Oops. I was supposed to wake Mom up from a nap about 10 minutes ago. But I've been puttering. Which is exactly what I'm supposed to do the day after Christmas. I think today (for rational people, not those crazies who buy a billion Santa's on sale) is a day for reading and picking up the wrapping paper explosions and watching movies and eating leftovers. I'm happy to tell you that I have done all of the above today. So... Happy day of Putterance.

This month was supposed to be relaxing, but of course, I've managed to fill it with everything. I can't believe that Christmas is only a couple of days away. I've been a little emotional lately. My brother is going back to Italy to rejoin his wife and Italian family and when I see him next, he and Elisabetta will have a little boy. While this idea thrills me and fills me with a joyousness, I still can't believe that my brother is going to be a dad. My brother still thinks that the word 'poop' is funny. My brother is going to be a dad. Really though, I can't imagine many couples who would be better parents than Elisabetta and Charles. And I can't imagine families that will be as enamored with this new baby as the Fauri's and the Jochim's will. However, babies change everything and it makes me a little nostalgic for, what... Perhaps the last time that Charles and I lived together as kids. (Except not really... That was junior high... No

I get to eat turkey, stuffing and gravy for breakfast if I want to. Ha.