Our “First” Christmas

While Andrew and I have been together for almost three years, this is year will mark our first Christmas while living together. Even though we’re both Jewish (more culturally than religiously - we don’t practice), we still both revel in the holiday spirit and what Christmas stands for – the giving, the charity, the good will, the time with family and friends, (and the shopping, obviously).

Ever since December rolled around, we’ve found ourselves to be spectacularly festive: we bought red tealight holders, we stole mugs and plates with snowmen on them from Andrew’s parent’s basement, and we bought a Christmas tree.  After buying our tree, we found ourselves at Target raiding every aisle trying to find the best items. We  joined the herds of people rummaging through ornaments, lights, and other decorations and emerged victorious.  We decorated the tree last night while drinking hot chocolate and watching football. It was a perfect night. I’m happy to share with you some pictures from our night:

guess the tree was really heavy?

silly bird

fat santa

andrew and the tree. tiny tree.

THE GAME

Tomorrow is The Game. The only game that can ever be known as The Game.

The Harvard-Yale game, obviously.

As a result, I exercise my right to be a douche for the next few days.

Some background: Harvard has already won the Ivy League Championship, so this is really just icing on the cake. Tomorrow will prove to be a freezing, alcohol-laden main course with a football game on the side. That’s just how it happens. Sorry if that offends any football players, current or former. I don’t make the rules, I just enjoy the party.

I’m definitely excited to see all the shirts bashing Yale. My favorite shirt from years-past had this saying on it:

“Harvard. We’ll beat your ass today, and fire your ass tomorrow.”

Some of the shirts this year are equally douchey, saying “Occupy Yale” on the front, and “We are the 6%” on the back. (The 6% referring to the 6% admissions rate at Harvard.)

Still thinking well maybe Yale isn’t so bad? Let me just leave you with one thought.

No one ever says, “When I grow up, I want to go to Yale.”