Post-Tryptophantics & 2 Popped Cherries

Thanksgiving has now come and gone and Edna joined our family once again. She can't really afford the trip back home as she just visited to be a bridesmaid in her friend's wedding. This winter holiday should spin out a little different than usual as Edna will also be joining us for Christmas. She says I should anticipate a lot of crying. It's hard for me to imagine being away from home on Christmas, but I know it's going to happen. Maybe soon. I've talked with Edna about maybe moving to England for grad school and who knows if I'd be able to come home for Christmas then. At some point I'll be married and I'll either have to split the holiday with my spouse or have our own. It's strange to think of that looming on a very near horizon.

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So the cherries...

First and foremost the house was broken in, christened if you will, we broke champagne on the side and sent her into harbor, we slapped it's bottom and it started crying, etc. etc. We had our housewarming party on last Friday and it was intense. The straight-laced gang of the nearby Catholic college, the sorority girls, the lesbians, my odd crew and the few randoms made for an interesting mixture. Mercedes and I chipped in and bought 4 half-G's of the bottomest of bottom shelf liquors (we did avoid monarch however because people seem to recognize it and refuse to drink it); vodka, rum, whiskey, and tequila, respectively. Jacques bought a lot of beer (5 12-packs I think), and the rest, as they say, is history.

I had to work but when I arrived at 10 or so, the vodka was completely drained, and the rest of bottles looked like they had seen a fair amount of action. I set to work on some of the whiskey on ice (my usual) and learned how to play beer pong. One is wont to ask, how did I make it through college without learning this game of skill and wit? I'm not sure myself. But I was never really at parties where people had sufficient space for the necessary table.

The bulk of the night was a blur of me meeting people, shots thrust into my hand, and a buddy of mine and I singing rousing choruses of smell_yo_dick. My girlfriend threw pistachios at some girl who was passed out on the couch. I was breathed heavily on by my roommie's gay best friend. I came, I drank, I drunk dialed. All in all it was a great evening, followed by a difficult and disgustingly messy morning. Good times had by all.


The other cherry was the first frozen precip of the season. It came around noon-ish as Jacques, Mercedes, Edna and I stepped into a restaurant to get some hangover Pho. I think I was actually the first person in Seattle to see it because when I noticed it the snow was just pinpricks and there was hardly any falling from the sky. Within the hour, snow was dumping up and down the Puget Sound. This eventually led to the Pacific storm which led to Washington being declared a state of emergency. But hey, first snow. Hopefully there's more to come.