The Impending Christmas Hangover

Sweet baby Jesus, here I am again, lagging, lagging lagging. In all fairness, I have been pretty busy since the last post (busy is relative, as it were--if you count reading every feed that floats in through Google Reader, online shopping and watching countless repeat episodes of Top Chef on Bravo "busy," well then, you and I are on the same page).

In any case, I'm mentally preparing for the goodness and mayhem that is Christmas around the Park household, and up and down the Interstate 80 corridor, where the extended Park family has over time settled. A particularly joyful occasion involves, among other events, the following:

Twelve shots of grappa
Eleven jokers joking
Ten belchers belching
Nine travelers belly-aching
Eight "garbologists" gathering
Seven pies a' baking
Six gossips gossiping
Five moooo-ooood swings
Four Scotsmen swilling
Three Masterminds a' playing
Two sisters fighting
And an Italian on an accordion

In case you're curious, a garbologist is the poor guy, usually my dad, who gets stuck cleaning up all of the wrapping paper after the gift-opening frenzy.

It's all shaping up nicely, don't you think?

Thanksgiving Hangover

Alas, it has been far too long since I last posted, and sadly, I can't even blame it on a raging Thanksgiving hangover, the residual of which is still plaguing me. I promise that I'll pull myself together to write some meaningful one of these days, or rather, not so meaningful, about crying in front of large groups around the holidays or nearly throwing drumsticks (not of the turkey variety) through the television while playing Rock Band 2.

Stay tuned...