Friday was a day of Christmas tree getting and decorating at the BCC -- there was soy nog and the smell of fir needles and a kitty amongst the piles of ornaments.
Jake placing his ornaments at the back of the tree. We saved him a special space for Spiderman! Many more pictures of all the following, including tiny Santa hat portraits, on E's photo album.
Saturday was a day of fabulous double birthday celebrating with E & M -- multiple wineries, good food, good conversation, good friends, and some post-structuralism/deconstructing heteronormativity. We ended with a partial playing of The Game of Life, which is disturbingly accurate:
The birthday blondes, being adorable:
Wine makes everything hilarious:
Despite the hangover from the twelve hours straight of drinking yesterday, I still woke up this morning and made my sister-in-law a birthday brunch, which I am proud to have managed, again, given the twelve hours of drinking. I seem to have lost my voice, however. I blame Descartes. This afternoon Erin and I are attending a student's memorial on campus that requires either formal dress or pirate costumes -- this was a young woman that knew how to embrace life. There is no excuse not to celebrate the magical moments life occasionally gives us -- and this weekend has been a nonstop train of those moments. Yay for festivity! The real world will return soon enough. And we will meet it wearing prom dresses.
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