Happy Christmas Eve Eve!

It's a pillow! It's a pet!

The day before Christmas break bears witness to the Holiday Sweater. A bingo board of Christmas Awesome, the Holiday Sweater can be counted on to imbue holiday cheer. It's contagious. This year, the effect was bolstered by close proximity to a pillow pet, the darling Amanda, and her cute baby bump. Happy Holidays indeed!

Well, we giggled quite a bit

thanks Santa!

right on, target

may we all be

merry.

Gluttony Named Desire (also known as holiday cookie extravaganza)

Click collage to enlarge.

Silly Santa, Christmas is for...

Every year, the SF Chronicle holds its "Santa Tantrum Awards." If you need a wee bit of a chuckle this afternoon, see HERE for the photos.(photo from post)

On Old Ditch Road

Bill's parents go all out on their Christmas tree. Kid ornaments are now stored in a box: all decorations on the tree were made out of birch, cloth, and popcorn. We gathered to do a wee bit of Christmas celebrating in Placerville, and then made our way to Sacramento the following day for a grandparent soirée. Good, fun times, with lots of wine and WAY too much food. A low point for Bill and I? When we decided to "save" all the desserts that were being tossed post-party. Taking a bite out of everything on the table does not constitute salvation.

Engaged!

night ended on pizza and beer. perfection.

Tequila Night

Held at Steve and Jeremy's house this year, my tequila night experience was mellow, full of toasts and occasional shots and parents and kids and announcements of buns in the oven. Apparently, I retained this PG vision of the evening because I left just after 11. Debauchery ensued. Stitches should have happened, but didn't. The carpet will never be the same. And rumor has it, Wood broke a bone. Ahwell.

Tequila night vision

decorated af

Matt and baby Lane
(pics from T's blog here)

And you will find us in your frames

Photography by Lori Huneke.

We had paired wine

Last Friday, my company holiday party was held at Fleur de Lys in San Francisco. Quite the hoity toity French restaurant, the courses were tiny but many and each paired with a wine. I couldn't keep up, really, but Bill helped.

amy and I

The prom picture Bill and I never would have had. We should put it in a keychain. I think we lost a few employees to that overwhelming curtain. They may still be there, stuck between garish flowers.

After the fancy restaurant, we ventured out into the TenderNob and found a new party local at Bacchus Kirk. Christmas music, a real pine Christmas tree, and a wee bit o' scotch... Dionysus, merry makers we are.