christmas eve involved steaks and getting my ass handed to me in scrabble, twice. but it was christmas, so i'm gonna let the scrabble thing go. even re-naming myself "ocho cinco" like chad johnson did nothing but make me miss the extra point like the bengals on sunday(except that by "extra point" i mean thirty extra points. it's all relative in football and scrabble.) thus securing my place in craptastic scrabble game history. but whatever. that was just christmas eve.
on christmas day, we suited up in our north face gear, like the family of blatant north face whores that we are(can we get a frickin' sponsorship already? jees.) and headed down to the eighth wonder of the world that is central park.
in the midst of the everyday, i can sometimes forget where i am. but to get back with new york is easy; its always right there, larger than life, to remind you how fucking amazing it is.
we gave each other central park, chinese food, the scrabble onxy edition(bad ass), and each other for christmas. the christmas renaissance, y'all. highly recommended.
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