In the past, I have posted about the highs and lows of the prior year. But in 2015, I experienced some of the lowestlows of my life. You lovely friends have been so supportive. Why would I make you relive all of that heartache?
So in lieu of a review of my 2015, here’s a little peek into how I spent New Year’s Eve.
I took a selfie before leaving, mostly to show my mother that I was alive and attempting to mask illness with lots of makeup and a salon blowout.
I had never thought to make a list of questions I don’t want to be asked in the presence of my mother. That is, not until my mother took me to a hometown ER for the first time in my adult life this past Saturday.
Upon my arrival in triage, the ER nurse spoke.
“What is your weight? Please step on the scale.”
WEIGHED IN FRONT OF MY MOTHER? THANKS DUDE-NURSE.
I wobbled in that direction–partly from illness, mostly from dread. I had been sick for about three days, but unfortunately my appetite for Christmas cookies was unaffected. My weight, a number carefully hidden from Mom, would soon be revealed. Continue reading →
If you follow me on Twitter, you know that the Starbucks closest to the house where I grew up closes on Thanksgiving and Christmas. It tortures me. Yes, I know I should care about the baristas spending time with their families but…ugh.
On some holidays, I have found that a local Dunkin Donuts is sometimes open. But if you follow me on Twitter, you also know that I think Dunkin’s coffee is a poor substitute for Starbucks or a good independent cafe.* To try to come anywhere close to satisfaction at Dunkin, I order their largest iced latte with an extra shot of espresso and decline all of their ridiculous flavorings.
But I’m still left craving my daily iced venti latte.
This year, it occurred to me: why not order tomorrow’s coffee today?
On Christmas Eve, I popped into Starbucks and ordered one latte to drink immediately and one for Christmas morning.
I would exclaim “GENIUS!” but the real exclamation warranted here is “DUH!” because I should have thought of this a long time ago.
If you decide to try this for yourself, here are a few things to keep in mind:
This should be obvious but just in case it isn’t: order your regularly-iced drinks sans ice. You don’t want your drink watered down.
Tell the barista what you’re doing. S/he will want to either only fill the cup about 2/3 of the way (to avoid creating a drink with too much milk and too little espresso) or add an extra shot and fill it to the brim. I went with the latter option.
I’m told that ordering just shots of espresso to save for the next day doesn’t work well – tastes sour.
I can’t imagine this would work well with hot drinks – sorry.
On Christmas morning, I woke up horribly sick (that’s another blog post to come) but at least I had my iced latte. Oh, and PRESENTS.
Remembering the money I spent last Christmas on gifts for Dad at that same market, I asked “think I can get my money back?” before mumbling “gallows humor.”
It probably wasn’t funny to my friends and if anything, I might have made them uncomfortable. Fortunately the subject was changed for us as the hordes of Christmas shoppers pushed us through the market like leaves floating in a strong current.
Briefly separated, I was left thinking about how different this Christmas will be without my sweet Dad.
Last Christmas, I went to one of Dad’s doctor’s appointments with him and my mother. He seemed to be doing well and proudly posed in front of a hospital sign featuring his terrific specialist. Dad’s breathing was pretty good and he was able to walk longer distances than he had in recent history. I was thrilled.
The good: the guy has a great physique and I *love* Kanye’s track, Power.
The bad: it’s just so…weird. The awkward motions. The references (I think) to Greek gods set in a sporting stadium. The cheesy act of walking with a trophy on his shoulder. And then, naturally, the hero gets to the locker room where the clothes of the waiting women just fly off.
The good: hmm. Well, it IS an ad for chocolate. And about saying thank you to people. So that’s nice.
The bad: everything else. I swear, every time this ad starts, I think it’s a Saturday Night Live Sketch. The sing-song jingle reminds me of the Golden Girls (which I still love), and yet I hate this ad. My guess is that a US-based ad agency either wasn’t involved or got ignored when they recommended ditching this goofy creative.
I’ve been trying to draft some clever, thought-provoking posts. A post to make you laugh perhaps. Something that sums up the year in a witty way. And nothing to do with grief – for once.
But, nope! It just hasn’t happened.
I have lots of thoughts and, as usual, a desire to share them, but right now, everything in my head is a bit…scattered. Plus if I take the time to think, you might end up with more sad posts like this.
It’s only early December. If you’re a normal person – aka not me – you haven’t started stressing about making plans for New Year’s Eve.
But if you’re a weirdo like me, you want to lock it in. You don’t want to be left out, without something fun to do. Or maybe you just want to resist temptation to do nothing but watch New Year’s Rockin’ Eve from the comfort of your couch.
This is how I spent last New Year’s Eve with friends. Pretty swank, eh?
We had a dedicated server who made sure we always had cocktails and food from the various stations AND a butler–who was so young and handsome; I probably complimented him a bit too much, poor guy. Continue reading →