How I Spent My Winter Break, by Andrew Ducore

Okay, so I wrote this post once already, but blogger done not kept it. Maybe I could just say my dog ate it.

The Thursday before Christmas, Nina and I went to Thai Farm in Rockville and then watched Clerks. It'll make sense why I mentioned this later.

Christmas Eve was lazier than I had thought it would be. I planned on going to work, but I didn't. I slept in until 3:00pm and then got breakfast (or lunch, or dinner, or whatever) with Nina at IHOP. By the time we got out the sun was going down. We went to Linens & Things to get some last minute gifts, and in the checkout line I ran into this guy Eric. We took piano lessons from the same teacher back when I was taking lessons. Anyway, I went home to spend the night.

Christmas was a slow day too. The day began with me being forced out of bed by those who I guess were worried that if we didn't get downstairs in time the gifts would disappear. (run on?) I was perfectly content sleeping. But no. I got the same thing for Christmas as everyone else: presents. I stayed in my Pajamas all day except to try on some clothing I got, and all evening until around 11:30 when I got dressed so I could drive home.

The day after Christmas I went out with my parents to get an electric keyboard (a combination graduation/Christmas present.) We went to that guitar place around Cicis and the Melting Pot and picked out one that suited my needs. 88 weighted keys, a bunch of instruments, and settings out the wazoo. It even came with a pedal. Okay, so maybe that's not that exciting, but it's still nice to have a piano around. Later that evening I watched Chasing Amy with some people in the house.

Monday I went to work, then hung out with Colin and Ian in the evening. Ian wanted to watch Clerks, and after a while of searching, the DVD was found and played.

Tuesday I went up to Baltimore to get ice cream at this little Italian place Nina knew about, then we came down to CP to watch movies. We saw clerks. Again. Only this time, it was Clerks X, which had a different version of the movie (and an animated clip of what happens in the funeral parlor, Clerks Animated Series style.) So in less than a week I saw Clerks 3 times and Chasing Amy once. You'd think I liked Kevin Smith in that special way or something. But no, it's just about the sex.

Wednesday morning I drove up to New Jersey to visit family. I got to see my cousins (my moms sisters kids,) two of whom recently had kids (okay, one of them had a kid, the other was just the father... not of the same kid... some other lady had his kid.) The point is, two of my cousins are new parents with two new babies, and not twins. I got to play with one of them, Phillip Ray, and not like this is news or anything but I want to have kids. My parents say I don't need to have kids yet, and that I don't even need to be practicing either. Whatever, I'll play with dolls if I want to. Seriously, though, I want to have kids. I know I'm not quite ready yet, so I guess I'll settle with wanting to practice. I hear it's all the rage in high schools these days. I drove back to MD late Thursday night.

New Years eve was spend running errands and getting ready for the party, then the party. The party wasn't bad. More people showed up than I had thought would (Ben, Anna, where were you?) Colin came over from a party down the street with some people I went to high school with, then he brought me over to the other party. This party down the street was more "happening" than ours. They had around 50 or 60 people (I'm guessing), while ours had a couple dozen. Their house was cool too; from what I understand it was built by some architect who lived there in the 70s. I came back to our party before midnight, and stayed there. I'm surprised how little I drank: two beers, a car bomb, and a champaign flute of, well, champaign. I didn't get drunk, unlike some people whose names I won't mention, Nina.

New Years and the day thereafter were spent sleeping in and watching movies on the TV. It was fantastic.

In conclusion, Libya is a land of contrast.