I miss Christmas. I miss my birthday. Eleven more months until they come around again. THAT IS SO EFFING HARSH.
Boyfriend and I had a nice break. Christmas was spent thusly:
Christmas Eve: we go over to sleep at my parent's house. We have some lovely snacks (dips, cheese, etc). Mum and I attack a few bottles of Chandon Cuvee Riche, I think it's called? The non vintage sweeter Moet, it's good good good. Dad has some extra-strong hash cakes and we don't feel like partaking, but he makes us taste a bit. I have literally a speck, like half a pea, just to taste. Strong tasting indeed. Boyfriend has a teeny bite and two hours later realises he's accidentally very stoned and stops running through beer.
We play Buzz then Singstar. Stop playing to eat lots of prawns, in a chilli, garlic and lime dressing dad's been making of late. Yum. I decide I CBF making my raspberry egg nog, we continue playing Singstar. Once dad realises that his trick of singing the lyrics two bars before the singer doesn't work, he gets good at it. Mum's not great. We go to bed around 1, I think?
I wake up around 6.30, 7, to excited to sleep. My brother walks in at 7.30, just arriving home from his Christmas eve tradition of going to the - urgh - Lower Plenty Hotel.
We open presents, I get spoiled rotten with toys, books, dvds and cds.
From Bundoora to my Uncle's house in Eltham. On the way, we joke about the 2006 saga (we alternate lunch hosting yearly), in which the '1.30 lunch' actually happened at 3. This year, they know we have quite a bit to do, so they say the lunch will start at 1ish. We get there 1.15.
We don't eat lunch til 4.
Mum and I go through more bottles of champagne. My uncle has us try some Jacob's Creek sparkling, which is very ungood. Like ash. Out of politeness we force ourselves to have it, mum makes me have most of it because I'm better at skulling. I get the guilts up because we've spent the whole day with my family, and we're yet to see Boyfriend's.
He and I leave before dessert, pick his brother up from the station and go to his parent's house in Hurstbridge. I'm drunker than I've ever been around them, so I keep quietish. While we wait for his dad to finish work, we pop over to his cousin's house in Diamond Creek, the one we're good friends with. He and his fantastic wife are hanging out with their new-ish twin babies. They give me cider, dashing my plans of sobering up while I'm there. We chat for a bit, it's uber fun, we go back to Hurstbridge.
Stay there for awhile, to hide my drunkenness and because she loves me I hang out with Boyfriend's 7-year-old niece for a bit. Then his older brother tells me about how they're pretty much going to fuck up her life by HOME SCHOOLING her, since Steiner school (snort) didn't work out. She's a showpony, like I was, and the last thing she needs is more exclusive time. She needs a therapist (to look at her myriad behavioral problems) and a normal school environment, not home schooling by her crazy mother. It's such a shame.
Anyway. From Hurstbridge to Whittlesea to my Mum's sister's Christmas party. More decorations than all the houses on the Boulevard and Myer windows combined. We stay for about half an hour.
Drive Boyfriend's twin back to Fawkner, go back to Bundoora to sleep. Get there around 11.30.
Boxing day go get Boyfriend new clothes from Reservoir Target, then to JB in Heidelberg to get Guitar Hero World Tour (review to come). Then to Montmorency for his Dad's side family dinner.
The rest of the break was spent housesitting and looking after the rottie. Also playing Guitar Hero, watching the new blu rays he was given (he borrowed an HD projector from his work, and set it up with a big screen in my parent's loungeroom. It was awesome).
New Years Eve was spent in the fashion we've been following for the last few years, at a friend's house. Fuck going out on amateur night.
Same group of people as usual (my favouritest friendship group) this time in Croydon, but it was still fantastic. Drinking, eating, laughing, playing Buzz (FINALLY finding someone to give me a run for my money). Playing Singstar on both our PS3 and their PS2. Slept the night there. It was fan-fucking-tastic.
Now back to normalcy. Zoiks.
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