I'm back from Beantown. On the way home I sat next to these two tiny 700 year old Chinese ladies who were trying to get to Houston but ended up in Boston. They had a niece with them who barely spoke English, but I was able to decipher that much. I'm sorry to Tom, who I totally forgot was in Boston, and AG, who I didn't realize was that close to Boston, because I think the first annual Eastern Seaboard blog reunion would've been kickass. Next time I'm there, we're gonna party like it's 1999. Only it'll be way cooler than 1999.
I returned home to an evite from Steph for the next holiday tree decorating party. Here is the text from the invite*:
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Thy leaves are so ever changing;
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Thy leaves are so ever changing;
Not only dressed when summer's here,
But also when an occasion calls for beer.
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Thy leaves are so ever changing!
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me;
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me;
How often has the Holiday tree
Afforded the internet's greatest glee!
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me.
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Thy pee-pee ornaments so tacky!
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Thy pee-pee ornaments so tacky!
From base to summit, gay and bright,
There's only splendor for the sight.
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
Thy pee-pee ornaments so tacky!
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
How richly Woodford had decked thee!
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
How richly Woodford had decked thee!
But now it's time for Lake Ave to be,
the place to house the brand new tree.
O Holiday Tree! O Holiday Tree!
How richly we will deck thee!
Seriously I cannot wait to resurrect the holiday tree.
*Original poetry by Steph. Who rules.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Boston is wicked awesome
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Speaking of 1999... Rogers Nelson???
I was seriously counting on you to like, visit the New Kid's childhood homes or something! WTF? Stalking? Hello? Next time! I watched their E! True Hollywood Story this week. I think I still love them.
What will the first holiday be? Is it labor day? Is it a suprise?
Sarah, I'm already not pleased with your sharing my "original" (meaning, mutilated version of holiday classic carol) poem with internet. You cannot tell them the amazing holiday season we are celebrating before Tuesday, ok? It has to be a surprise. -Steph
I figured it out. You shouldn't have told us it was next Tuesday.
And I love that Steph is pissed about a poem but not her random bar hook-ups being shared.
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