Christmas in July

So this past past weekend was atypical for me in that it was a weekend where I went out with a bunch of ladies, had deliciously girlie drinks, and celebrated Christmas (trust me, that link is worth it) amongst complete strangers and good friends.

Actually that sounds like most of my life...

On Friday I had the privilege of escorting my sweetheart, her temporary roomie (and my carpool buddy), my old (actually bordering on saurian) NASA friend, and our resident wedding planner (and all around gossip girl) to see "Inception". I have to say this movie was amazing in the same way that Vanilla Sky was. As it were, it is more similar than that--because I have no clue what happened in either of these. Granted, I have the attention span of a goldfish--and going to see any movie more complex than Star Wars for me is like walking into an aviary full of nitrous oxide and trying to play Scrabble with the Kookaburras while they stand around arguing about East-Asia Politics, but it is my personal opinion that these movies are strenuous no matter the audience.

The following day, after checking out the coolest restaurant this side of Chinatown (with the best Spinach and Brie sandwich ever), my sweetheart and I found ourselves at a Christmas-in-July party at my friend Henry's place. The rest of my friends arrived later on in the evening--and an epic celebration of holiday cheer and general debauchery ensued.

The picture is proof that I should have been a photographer--barely captured before the train scooted by! ;)

Brush your teeth and floss once a day!

Happy Christmas!
-B