Archive | December, 2012

Post Holiday Holiday Post.

31 Dec

So, Rachel and I decided we were going to write holiday posts. Hers is awesome. I failed at writing mine, even though I had it all planned out. I don’t hate the holidays or anything; I just wasn’t feeling inspired. Both Thanksgiving and Christmas snuck up on me this year. So, instead of reminiscing about Christmases past, and also because it’s New Year’s Eve, I’m going to reminisce about some of my favorite moments from this past year. I was going to put them in chronological order, but I’m feeling kind of lazy.


Rachel and I started this blog. That was pretty cool.

I got to celebrate the 1st anniversaries of the three couples whose weddings I was in last year. I didn’t actually see any members of these couples on their anniversaries, or even near their anniversaries, but I did have my own private celebrations. In a non-creepy way.

I loved “True Blood” nights with M & E. We always had yummy air popped popcorn. I also loved “The Walking Dead” nights with my roommate, especially the season 3 mid-season finale where we screamed loudly, several times, and yelled a lot at the TV. Sorry, downstairs neighbors!

Rachel and I (and Lincoln) went to our disaster of a high school reunion. Although it may not have been well attended, it was great to see those who were there and catch up with old friends. I also got super drunk and threw up in my parents’ bathroom sink. I’m awesome.

At said reunion weekend, we got to see Alia and her husband. I think that may have been the one time the Trifecta was together all year. It was lovely. And we had creemees. Alia stuck her tongue in mine.

We had a super fun road trip to get to the reunion. My fondest memory from the road trip was Rachel, Lincoln, and me all singing “Shut Up” by Blink 182 at the top of our lungs. Now I think about it every time I drive to Vermont.

My good friend from work got married this fall. It was a beautiful wedding. Aside from seeing my friend walk down the aisle and celebrating the couple’s happiness, my favorite part of the wedding was when my tights, which ripped BEFORE I left my house but I wore them anyway, kept falling down and I had to take them off and throw them away in the bathroom at the reception. Luckily I had the forethought to bring boy shorts to put on under my dress. I figured going commando in a short dress at a wedding would not be classy.

I got chased by a gopher in a cemetery. Long story.

I got to go white water tubing with my roommate and friends for her birthday. It. Was. Awesome.

Rachel, Lincoln, and I went to the circus to see our friend, The Ringmaster. It was super fun. The circus is amazeballs. I also won a painting done by an elephant. Score!

My mom and I got matching pajamas for Christmas and we wore them all day. We looked adorable.

My good friend from work and I had a fabulous time at our work holiday party. Going to a party from 3 pm to 5 pm on a Thursday in a huge room full of faculty and staff from a large University may not sound like fun, but it’s seriously the best day of the year. My friend and I played “How Much Wine Can You Drink In Ten Minutes” and we both won. It was a great night, for several reasons. Instead of the Holiday Party, I’m going to start calling it The Annual Shitshow.

And, my most favorite memory from 2012 was when Miss Rachel called me from London with an announcement. I had just gotten on the bus on a Friday afternoon heading home from work when my phone rang. Rachel never calls (we communicate via text message, Facebook, email, and Snapchat exclusively), so I knew it was important. She was calling to tell me that she and Lincoln had gotten engaged and to ask me to be her maid of honor. I accepted immediately. And I cried.  I’ll never forget that afternoon.

So, there you have it. I had a pretty great 2012.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Song of the Day: Take Your Time (Coming Home) by Fun.

Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to.

17 Dec

I believe in Christmas magic. Or holiday magic. Look, this time of year is magically no matter how you phrase it. There is something wondrous that happens. We all have our holiday traditions, travel plans, seasonal depression and hangovers. Some of the best memories I have are from this time of year when I would travel home from college to spend time with my family and Trifecta. Usually karaoke and peanut butter cookies are involved in great quantities as well as multiple viewings of “The Christmas Story” because let’s face it, none of us catch it at the beginning when it runs for 24 hours so you kind of just watch it in pieces throughout the day.

My parents are great at Christmas. They give presents you never even asked for but somehow, after opening, you can’t imagine living without. EXCEPTION: My Go-Go Puppy. I begged, prayed, and wished for that damn little white robot dog that came with a pink leash and barked and walked itself, surviving on batteries alone. Of course, I had a real dog (the best dog) that I loved more than anything but I still needed this toy desperately. Christmas morning came. There was no Go-Go Puppy. I was devastated. It’s so funny to think how sad you are as a kid when you don’t get the big present that you wished for. My dad still hasn’t lived it down. In his defense, he explained that it probably would have broken and I would have hated it by February and that is probably true. I also found out it was the hot item that year and almost impossible to find. So I guess I should forgive him. But I haven’t.

Snuggies for all!

This is typical.

There are several moments that stand out the most in terms of magic made by Santa (or my parents…the jury is still out on that one)

-When I got my canopy bed: My parents somehow set up this bright pink, bordered with lace, canopy while I was sleeping. I woke up in a rose colored cloud and felt like a princess with a soft drapery overhead and fluffy comforter snuggling me. It was one of those moments where you believe in Santa and feel that holiday joy that no other time of year holds.

-When my parents bought my brother these massive plastic building blocks: They were basically giant Legos you could build real forts with. I remember waking up and going down the hall to find the tree surrounded by these rainbow colored blocks surrounding the tree, looking like a castle wall. Again, Christmas magic that only Santa could do.

-Whenever my dad hid a present or forgot one. This happened several times in my childhood. He would sneakily hide special presents behind the tree or tucked in a corner so that my brother and mother and I would think Christmas was over and then be extra surprised when he revealed there was more. There was also the occasion where my parents forgot a present in their hiding spots and had to fetch it when they realized it wasn’t sitting atop the mess of wrapping paper on the floor.

-When my parents allowed me to go to Paris: I gave my mom an empty picture frame when they paid for me to study abroad in London. I wrote that I would fill the frame with a picture of me in front of the Eiffel Tower because I couldn’t express how it felt to be able to achieve my dream of vising Paris and I thought maybe the look on my face would help. I think it did.

This was the shot.

Trifecta Christmas is the holiday tradition I always look forward to next after celebrating with my family. Bethany, Alia, and I would be home for Christmas break and Alia’s birthday was right after the holiday so we would spend Christmas with our families and then have a night out for us and her aging. At this point, they all sort of jumble together but consist of going out in Burlington and bar hopping.

We are not even drunk in most of these scenarios.

-I had bought the girls matching underwear. Somehow, the underwear ended up on my head at a bar closely followed by us having a photo shoot in the bathroom and one of the pictures I’m pretty sure I’m grabbing Bethany’s boob.

-There are pictures of us in my basement in winter clothing playing in sleeping bags and eating Frostys. Also reenacting Lord of the Rings and making mustaches out of hair (which we totally started and now is some sort of fad. We are due credit on that one)



-Alia’s fedora: She wanted to wear a fedora out and it was her birthday so we couldn’t say no. However, in the car on the way to dinner, her and her now husband were arguing about the music and she said “I hate this music” to which he responded “Well, I hate your hat.” Note: fedoras were not in that year. I love you, Alia, but…no.


-We got drunk at Vermont Pub and Brewery and went to see Brokeback Mountain. I don’t know why we were playing with this scarf and making faces but it happened and now all three of us have a photo of us making this face. It was the most inappropriate movie to be wasted at ever.

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-Topless sleepovers deserve their own entry but until then, we usually had a sleepover over Christmas at some point. Usually at my house because my dad would make us Belgian Wafflays (don’t ask) in the morning. I miss sleepovers.

I don’t mean to take this post down to a depressing level but sadly, I don’t know when I can have my next Trifecta Christmas. I love knowing I’d get to see the two girls I love most in this world and who know me best and who I just slip in next to as if no time has passed at all. I miss the opportunity to sing “The Thong Song” while showing off your thong at a dive bar as some creepy Burlington dude takes your picture. That really happened. We’re all married or engaged or having babies now and quickly realizing how important family is and the friends you consider family. I miss the surprise building blocks and Holiday Barbies. Are those worth money? I have like 18 of them…

As a kid you can’t wait for presents and treats. As an adult, you enter into this world of returning home and running into people you knew in high school. Back a few years ago, it was all about jobs, people thinking I was famous because I was an extra on Gossip Girl, and significant others. Now it’s about babies, marriages, new houses, promotions, and people still thinking I’m kinda famous which I am completely fine with (because I totally am). Bethany and I used to avoid some people when we’d go out just because we never knew what to say to them. We’ve actually hid from people like cowards because what do you say that to that person who you had English with and sang next to you in chorus but you have no idea where they even went to school or if they did and what their life is like now so you just say “How are you? How are things? Oh, that’s great…what else?” about 45 times. You can always hope for the guys who were really hot and built in high school hitting on you because you are more put together and sexy and they…are fat. That happens and

Christmas will always be important to me. It will always catch me off guard at how soon it arrives and make me feel a little guilty for not planning ahead. But in the end, it always comes together no matter how hectic it begins. I can always rely on that quiet moment somewhere on Christmas Eve when I am alone and it’s silent and I’m surrounded by the soft multicolored lights and I can take the time to reflect. I will miss those moments when I was on my couch in Vermont with my beloved kitty beside me and it was snowing outside and I was awake because I stayed up later than everyone else and I’m at peace with myself and the year and the year to come. But I now have those with my New York kitty and my fiancé and our home in this incredible resilient city. Things change drastically as we’ve seen this past week, this whole year really. Life is precious so we need to see the magic in it, especially this time of year, and be grateful we have loved ones to surround ourselves with and take comfort in and treasure those who love us from an unreachable place. I believe in Christmas magic. I mean, if we can all so easily believe one man brings presents to the whole world in one night in a sleigh driven by eight flying reindeer, we can see the magic every other day of the year, too.

And what happened, then? Well, in Whoville they say – that the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day. And then – the true meaning of Christmas came through, and the Grinch found the strength of *ten* Grinches, plus two!

My Pet Peeve

4 Dec

Ok, so the title of this post is slightly misleading. It makes it seem like I only have one pet peeve. That is so not true. EVERYTHING annoys me. I guess a more appropriate title would be “My Biggest Pet Peeve Out Of My Numerous Pet Peeves”.  Surprisingly, the winner of this honor has nothing to do with me having to ride the bus every day. Or acronyms.

My biggest pet peeve is nicknames or, more specifically, when people automatically shorten your name, therefore giving you a nickname you did not ask for and perhaps don’t like.

Growing up with the name Bethany, you can imagine how many people tried (and still try) to call me Beth. The number is not small. But, my name is NOT Beth. I don’t feel like a Beth. I have no desire to be called Beth. I do not, ever, introduce myself as Beth. Still, people feel the need to shorten my name. Is three syllables really too much? I think not.  I stopped answering my social studies teacher in middle school until he decided to call me the correct name, and for anyone who knows me, you know that me ignoring a teacher is (was, I guess) a BIG deal. I very much dislike being called Beth, even more than I dislike being called Brittany or Stephanie. I get those a lot, too. Someone once thought my name was Claire. That didn’t bother me at all.

And, I don’t just hate it when it happens to me. What gives people the right to think they can just give you a new name??? I was watching a TV show last weekend in which a character introduced herself as Elizabeth. Throughout the episode, not one, but TWO other characters referred to her as Beth, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t say “Hi, I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Beth.” I wonder why they didn’t call her Liz…

It’s super funny when people ask me if they can call me Beth or if I go by Beth- they almost always automatically assume the answer is yes (alliteration!). My emphatic NO usually gives them pause. Why does our society love to give nicknames??? I guess they are a sign of affection, but I don’t need the faceless person on the other end of the phone whom I will never meet to show me any affection. That’s just creepy.

Along with this I also, for some reason, get super annoyed when people give their kids a certain name so they can have a specific nickname. I have a friend (you know who you are) who once decided she wanted to have a daughter named Victoria so she could call her Vickie (or Vicky or Vicki- I’m unsure of her choice in spelling). I was perplexed. If you want to call her Vickie, why not just name her Vickie? I guess my mom is semi-guilty of this. She named me Bethany because she likes the name Beth.

In any case, the name (or nickname) a person goes by should really be up to that person; or at least something they like. The moral of this story: always refer to someone by the name he or she gives when you are introduced or I will come after you.

Song of the Day: Beth by KISS (Fun Fact: this song played a part in the choosing of my name, which I did not find out until I was like 26 and it was performed on Glee)