Holland is like this infinite playland every time I come home. So far we went car sledding which in itself is quite fun but add a bottle of champagne and a german girl and it really picks up. There's nothing like screaming around a turn at 35 mph yelling "mach schnel!" until you fall and then being handed the bottle of bubbly while you regroup onto the sled. We learned some other german words but I can't really remember them. But it was the perfect night because all of the snow had just fallen so it was really soft still, so when you came up to a corner and you knew you weren't going to make it you could just let go and bounce over the curb snow pile and float into a christmas dream.
Earlier that day was cookie day when we sit around and drink fancy warm cider drinks and make chocolate ravioli cookies; two layers of dough filled with chocolate chips-- sooo good. Tracey had made an entire feast and we just ate and made cookies, it was great.
Then for the past few days i've barely left the house and my mother, sister, and I have completely lost it in our own little world, where all of our pets are people and we just take turns cracking jokes at each other. Yesterday after presents, we were talking about how manipulative my sister is (as I tended the fire for her) but the best part was then about an hour later, she did it to my mom and got out of doing her chores again. Sister and I were laughing so hard and mom still didn't get what had just happened. Then sister and I went on a booze hunt only to find that baby jesus was going to have a lame birthday party because in Michigan you couldn't buy booze until sometime this morning. Come on Michigan. Baby J said some of his most influential shit while he was at parties, in a town as dutch as holland i think that should constitute us partying on his birthday too. Then we were trying really hard not to say fuck on baby jesus's birthday but to no avail, ah well, he came to forgive us didn't he? that's why he came here in the first place-- deal with it. fuck.
Now I'm setting out to destroy all remnants of my childhood from my room. I ripped down the pictures of just about every male actor that made movies in the late 90's/ early 00's , including the kid from peterpan and about 15 ben aflecks [it was a faze, ok?]. Today i have to finish throwing trinkets of my angsty youth into a good will bag/ the garbage. it is strangely liberating though and I'm bound to find some funny stuff ie. all the strange things that as a child i couldn't live without. but if i'm going to be forced to live in that room on and off for the next couple years i need it to not oppress me with teenage dream boats and tokens of stuff i used to be good at.
I'm so glad to see my friends again.
I'm excited for new years.
more cookies.
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