Mulled wine, mince pies, Cheezits and Chihuahuas
Wow. How about I take forever to write about my trip back home?
Really. Seriously. I know I make false promises to you guys all the time like, "I swear I'll take more videos." and "I swear I'll blog more often." And then I go and shit all over the promise...but for some reason you forgive me. And it warms my little heart.
So, despite the fact that I lie to y'all left and right, I really do mean that I'll blog more this year. It's one of my new years resolutions that I know I won't break. I mean it. MEAN IT.
As far as the video goes...I just couldn't be bothered.I was going to video tape the surprise, but I knew my mom would cry...and then the thought of having a clip of my mom crying on YouTube just didn't sit well with me. So, alas. Hardly any video. But we do have some, mainly of me being lame and describing whatever bar/Starbucks we happen to be in at the time, BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.
Anyway. I'll just give you a quick run down of our Christmas.
*The Surprise - to say the least, my mom was shocked. SHOCKED. She cried. My sister cried. (But not before calling me an asshole.) We all cried. It was great.
*My Chihuahua remembered who I was!
*I made mulled wine for my family. Despite my step dad making it clear I didn't use enough CINNAMON STICKS, I think it went down well. And so did our terribly English mince pies from Tesco.
-Mimi's Cafe
-Mel's Diner
-Lori's Diner at SFO
-The Pyramid cafe at SMF
-Round Table Pizza x2
-In 'n Out (GRANDE Margarita!)
-Chiles
-Chevy's
-Coffees from infinite Starbucks
-An EXCELLENT bar in San Francisco
And other various goodies such as Chex Mix, Cheezits and a fuck load of Anchor Steam, Barq's Root Beer & Sierra Nevada.
How we haven't died from massive heart attacks, I'm not sure.
*I had an awesome time cuddling with my dogs, and sitting on my mom's couch watching shitty programs like Twister Sisters and Bridezillas. But that all got a bit boring after a while and we managed to slip away for a day to visit a very special couple of friends, for a very special pajama party. Needless to say, we had a wonderful time hanging out with them, and it kills me that we all don't live closer together.
Other than the good times we had in California, we had some not so good times trying to get back home. After 6 hours of waiting in the ridiculous airport that is Sacramento "International" Airport on New Years Eve, we realized the staff there completely lied to us about our flight that was delayed due to "snow in Chicago", and we missed our connecting flight from Chicago to Heathrow. So. I ended up calling my mom and asking her to come get us, and that we would have to leave for London the NEXT day.
So. We ended up spending New Years Eve on my mom's couch.
At last, we made it back to London, to the frost, the rain and our fucking cold ass apartment. But, to me London has become home. A concept that seems rather strange these days....
Comments
awwwww!
sounds like a nice trip! welcome home! (to Vox of course)
Sounds like you had a great trip....yay!
Although I don't think you're a liar, I do hope you blog more. I love love love your writing and look forward to your posts because they usually make me howl with laughter.
Literally. I howl. Its not pretty.
I hope you honor your commitment to blog more (I'm one to talk) - I always enjoy your posts and was especially looking forward to hearing about how the surprise trip would go over. How fun!