the seven days of christmas and new year
As always, a week of gluttony and sloth before we wipe the slate clean. Two weeks before my birthday, the family indulges in an avalanche of food, gifts, and sitting around or napping between meals. It's horrendous I tell you, but it seems a last ditch effort to gobble up everything we aren't meant/haven't been able to during the year and catch up on the sleep that we were deprived of. And the result is waking up after the New Year saying I really shouldn't have, but here, let's start over then.My family flew over from Las Vegas (how I miss you! Vegas, I mean) to spend a chilled out Christmas vacation eastward, facing blasting cold winds and a light snowfall on Christmas Day, blanketing the morning streets, houses and cars in a pristine white (which lasted all of 2 hours before it got mucky gray-brown). The weather got better (well, when it's in the 40s (Farenheit), we call it warm) but my mum's always cold, so she spent the entire week shivering in her long johns and thick down coat while my sister walked around with her gloves on.
a week in pictures
building christmas gifts with Lolo
with Lola and Marley
my sister Lausanne
talking to his great uncle across the table
nothing like sprawling out on a lazy day
sipping lemongrass sencha at Moby's Teany café in Manhattan's lower East Side where the tea was quite good but the service was much worse as we had the waiteress (yes, only one waitress for the entire café, people) admitting that she was, in fact, "the worst waitress in the world"
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