The last of the Christmas photos I’ll post here, to avoid turning into the Tumblr equivalent of the leisure-suited neighbor who puts on slideshows at the annual cul-de-sac potluck. If you want to see the rest of them, they’re here.
Addendum: On the left, the stockings of family in attendance. On the right, stockings of those who couldn’t be bothered to drive 14 hours from Snellville, GA to Pittsburgh, PA. We no longer love the right side. Their stockings will be mailed to them with written notice of our disappointment (and maybe a nice card with $50 in it from Pop-pop).
SNPD: I got the Lucky Brand necklace I’d been eyeing for Christmas edition! This is my first (and maybe last?) SNPD.
This is the girl with whom I am going to Vegas in a few days.
She’s going to help me pick up ladies. (I have not yet confirmed this statement with her, but fingers are crossed, hopes are high, and unhatched chickens have been counted).
She does not need my help to pick up the fellas. Any assistance I try to provide would likely be more of a hindrance anyway. I lack subtlety.
Danny’s. Now.
Chicagoans, come out!
I have to say that, as much as I love following you, you’re making me terribly homesick this week. I’d kill for a good deep dish pizza, a Hackney burger, a walk to the Shedd, a Fuck Around Kids show, and the sight of a group of unabashedly fat guys walking down the street, eating Chicago dogs (with actual sport peppers) while they bitch about the Bears.
Abbreviated conversations with old friends, a quiet house, a sleeping family, a rainy drive back from Pittsburgh, and a phone that hasn’t rung all day have me craving contact with the world outside of Ashland, Ohio and feeling like I’m living the first act of a saccharine romantic comedy.
I’m on AIM (jbmulhollandcom) and gchat (jb@jbmulholland.com) if you’re awake.
