Holidays Are Divine When You Have a Little Wine and HGTV
Spent Christmas at the bed and breakfast that I mentioned in my previous post. We arrived a bit after seven on Christmas Eve and me, being the mastermind that I am, not only didn’t make reservations but also didn’t check to see if any restaurants were open. Luckily we not only found an open restaurant but they
- were open
- had several tables available
- were in walking distance and had a good beer selection
- were shockingly good
All in all, I feel like this experience validated my shitty planning skills.
On Christmas Day, which is also my wife’s birthday, we had an excellent breakfast and then farted around watching HGTV (I never want to see someone with a $500k budget for a vacation house complain about money ever again) and TLC (some sort of wedding dress shopping show). We intended to go see a movie that evening, but I’m brilliant and ALSO DIDN’T PRINT OUT A MAP TO THE THEATER. We ended up having a brief recap of our days living in the Northwest suburbs. We drove around on snowy streets and almost got rammed by tiny dicks steering big cars. We ended the evening by stopping at a 7-11 and getting some snacks to go along with our Christmas chocolates and wine.
Unfortunately, the big old house wasn’t haunted by anything other than some critter that skibbled through the ceilings in the middle of the night, but I did accidentally take a ghost picture of myself.
My ass is a ghost and it's haunting my ass
