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I left you last, Christmas Eve, 1am, while our last guest had to be escorted by my father who walked her two houses down from where she lived. She also had helped clean, although I believe broke a few dishes.
During the cleaning, we had set up an assembly line with my sister and mother bringing over all the glassware and dishes to the sink. Al, my sister’s boyfriend, washed everything by hand and then handed to me for the drying. My dad was breaking down the bar.
Hello ThoughtsFromParis Atlanta fans!
I will be in the ATL ready to have a drink with you in just a few days.
What : (Fans + D.J.+ drinks) x Atlanta = Awesome
Where : Ormsbys 1170 Howell Mill Road Atlanta, GA 30318 (in Westside, West Midtown)
When: Thursday, December 29th at 7:30pm
I can’t tell you one thing about the book, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I feel like maybe I never read it the same way I’m pretty sure I never read Horton Hears a Who. I think we had all Dr. Suess’s other books.
I remember being in high school and over at a girl’s house I liked. That night, The Grinch was on television, and I pretended to be excited by saying, “Oh yes, a classic. Can’t wait!” We settled in and I remember thinking, “I don’t honestly think I’ve seen this before.”
And now, a special holiday greeting about Christmas Eve from ThoughtsFromParis.
Just kidding! It’s about me.
It’s always about me.
Happy December 23rd!
Today’s all about getting ready for the parties and family that are inevitable coming over to hang and drink the ‘nog.
Eggnog is disgusting. Don’t drink it. If you do, you’re really just hurting yourself with terribleness.
Hey, remember all the crazy crap I did last year? Me neither!
Thankfully the internet records all my goodness for you. I decided to see what I was up to this past year, reflected in my tweets and Facebook status updates.
I present to you, my dearest readers (that mean the ones most dear, namely the hottest) with a few choice selections from my brain. This is TweetsFromParis.
Hey, remember all the crazy crap I did last year? Me neither!
Thankfully the internet records all my goodness for you. I decided to see what I was up to this past year, reflected in my tweets and Facebook status updates.
I present to you, my dearest readers (that mean the ones most dear, namely the hottest) with a few choice selections from my brain. This is TweetsFromParis.
Earlier last month a very generous reader sent me a pair of shower gloves with my initials to use as a stocking.
And then, nothing.
You fans suck! I actually prayed to Jesus that he would deliver all of you bad tidings for Christmas. Or wait, is that Santa that hands out the tidings?
In my senior year of college for spring break my folks took us to Hilton Head. While a great idea in theory, and wildly generous, it was about fifteen degrees cooler than it should have been at that time of the year, making doing much of anything outside pretty miserable.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
