Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts

Thursday, December 13, 2012

B's Guide to Holiday Parties.


Ah, holiday season is here again: the time of perpetual joy and too many parties thrown to celebrate sugar sweats and an obese, albiet lovable, hologram with a white beard. Now I love Christmas, so much in fact that I have committed to an exhausting number of holiday get-togethers, and yes, my chiropractor is concerned. As you can see, getting social this time of year is not for the faint of heart, aka you need an action plan. Here are the Do's and Don'ts I'll be using to help get me through the next twelve days of holiday schoomozing and socializing. 

Do: Smokey eye, nude lip and hair that has been brushed.

Don't: Glitter dresses, glitter belts, or anything in the sequin family...unless you just look awesome.

Do: Has showing a little leg ever been out of style? Show some leg; tights optional, heels preferred. 

Don't: Drink eggnog. I don't care if it's the only beverage spiked at the lame-o church party you sadly agreed to attend with your aunt Judy. It's gross and has the consistency of a Twinkie dipped in whole milk. 

Do: Make good on all the mistletoe and make-out with someone, anyone really, besides your second cousin who you pretend to not find attractive. A cousin is a cousin. 

Don't: Eat only sweets. You want to feel jolly not look jolly. Diabetes is real, and everyone knows that Santa won't bring you an iPad 5 if you're fat. 

Do: Pretend to know a person's name even if you haven't seen them since high school and couldn't remember their name if they bribed you with alcoholic candy canes. Smile and say, "Hello you!" Works every time. 

Don't: Use ridiculous holiday-focused pick-up lines or conversation starters. These include: All I want for Christmas if you, Have you been a good girl/boy this year?, Care to jump on my sleigh?…and my favorite, I'm sure you're on my naughty list.

Mazel tov,
B

Monday, December 10, 2012

Don't choke on your gingerbread.


Happy Monday.

If you're anything like me, and let's hope you are, then you are running on fumes and caffeine today thanks to an over-booked social calendar where you are forced to use weekends for doing as many extracurriculars as possible. And let's face it, between the holiday ornament exchanges and cookie swaps, most of us are just one yuletide soiree away from choking on our gingerbread men. For that reason, I will leave you some small bits of weekend wisdom in non-paragraph form...

Condoleezza Rice is Smart. 

One should never wear Toms + dress socks on a first date, nor should they reference a second, fifth or twentieth date. #nosir

It is completely acceptable to lie and say you have a long run at 6 am to get out of after-movie drinks with Mr. No-Go. 

People lose all sense of dignity and personal space while Christmas shopping.

Social cues are important, but not everybody has them. #neverforget

Lifetime Christmas movies all have some variation of the same plot line: 35-ish woman (usually divorced) has a killer job but an awful boyfriend BUT soon she meets a handsome, rich and completely normal man at a Christmas tree farm/mall who falls in love with her while showing her the true meaning of Christmas.

Sometimes I wish I was Jewish. 

Xoxo, 
B