Festivus

No excuses. I should be writing every day and I'm not. But the New Year is in two weeks, so maybe that'll be a resolution.

Aaannyway, I just put up this sad, pretty Christmas tree.

The reason this li’l guy is so spindly and “Charlie Brown Christmas” is because it’s a live dwarf tree. Yep, it’s alive!! And it’s gonna summer on my deck so that each year, year after year, I can decorate it when the time is right. It’s a good plan, don’t you think?

We’re pretty deep into the dark shopping days of Christmas, and I can’t help but daydream about going ascetic monk and gifting my friends/family nothing but small homemade items crafted from old wine-bottle corks, you know? However, I secretly like Christmas shopping. It’s a love-hate thing.

But ’tis the season, we had a big Christmas rager at Commonwealth last week. I hope you were there. I like Christmas parties because, compared to other parties, they're really exceptionally festive. Everyone's stoked to get a break from work/school/responsibiltiy, and as someone who (as a freelancer) is both constantly on break and constantly working, I get to live vicariously through regular folk and feel like it really IS a special occasion. So that's all. A keg, a bunch of wine, plates full of cookies, and stacks of falafel. Merry Christmas everyone!

Lance, his brother Blake, and Blake's lady Erica. Faamily!

 

The women of Portland. Don't fuck with us.

 

Do you have a red fringy sweater dress? I didn't think so. Then you have nothing of importance to add here.

 

Usual suspects.

 

Hairy men! Portalnd's full of ’em. These are two of my faves.