The holidays are upon us! We've waited all year, and they are finally here. I cannot express how gleeful I am. Rachel and I spent our Friday date night wandering around Philadelphia's Christmas Market, we'll be getting our tree next weekend, and last night my high school friends and I had our annual boozey-cookie making party. Everything is awesome.
As Christmas approaches like an adorable fuzzy forest creature that you desperately want to cuddle, you might start stressing about the finer details of the holiday. What is going on your wish list? Where are you going to get your advent calendar? When should you order the reindeer meat that you are eating this year? Holidays are fun, but certainly not without big life questions such as these.
A few weeks ago, Rachel and I were hanging out with our friends Holly and Dave (of Spifftacularand Munson's City). This was soon after the election, and we were getting together partly to drown our troubled thoughts in the emotional quicksand th...
It's the day before Thanksgiving. You are wondering what you can bring to your family's holiday dinner that will say, "I am an adult, but I am also fun." Your mother just heavily implied over the phone that you shouldn't cook anything because the food you bring is often "weird." You realized too late that you shouldn't have brought up the cured egg yolk you were thinking about repackaging as a hostess gift.
When you want to bring booze to the party but also want to look like you have your shit together, try bringing the booze wrapped in produce. I don't know, something about repurposed produce screams, "Not failing."
Listen, you can turn a pumpkin into a fairly impressive punch bowl just as easily as Cinderella's fairy godmother turned one into a carriage. It's actually extremely self-explanatory, but let's walk through it anyway.
1.) Get a pumpkin. There are so many options. I really like a Cinderella or a Cheese because they look the most like a...
So, I'm in this wine club. I know what you are thinking. You think that wine clubs are just excuses to get drunk on a week night. Maybe that is true. But this is not any wine club. No, this is The Wine Club. We have Powerpoints, ok? And we take notes. Sure, the notes get less and less comprehensible as the night goes on, but there is a record of our meetings. Not anyone can just join The Wine Club. You will be mailed one of our letterpressed invitations with our motto on it:
C'est ici que tout commence, c'est ici que tout continue, que tout évolue.
Yeah, we are not messing around.
Our invitations drying after being letterpressed
Our most recent Wine Club session was about the Gamay grape, a grape that grows primarily in the Beaujolais region of France. If you want to learn about it, too, check out the amazing Powerpoint I made here. There is some intense, earth-shattering animation in that presentation, so make sure to experience it in slideshow mode.
So last night Rachel came home kind of bummed due to work stress. It happens, you know? Every so often you are just like, "Work is a bummer." And when that happens, your loving wife might respond, "Can I get you a glass of wine?"
And you break open a nice bottle of Malbec. You drink together because sometimes drinking alone is a slippery slope into the moat of self-doubt that surrounds the fortress of "having a problem", you know what I mean?
Somehow, and no one knows how this comes to pass, but somehow you two look at your one glass of wine and realize you have finished the bottle. You are super enjoying the conversation that pings between the Philadelphia School Reform Commission, the Marxist theory of history, and how femmes have to verbally come out to every new person they meet. You are super enjoying the shortbread cookies that mysteriously wound up on the table and in your mouth. You are super enjoying the whole damn evening.