so. the rest of december 2011.
i went home mid-month. on foursquare at SFO i noted, “HOME. And when I get back to New York I’ll also probably scream ‘HOME.’” that’s how it always goes, doesn’t it—everyone feels the same.
a huge part of feeling at “home” is defined by the food i eat. it’s the same every time and i could spare you a paragraph by just referring to last year’s post.. but what’s the fun in that? genova for the best italian meat sandwich outside of philly (primo yummm), sorabol in the ville, gordo (the original dos toros), late-night top dog, late-night colonial, george’s, cactus tacqueria, and the bay wolf for a parental send-off.
and of course a helping of pasta and sausage and breaded steak and crab from mom’s workings in the kitchen. i already posted this picture when i was there, of my parents in the kitchen. i like it.
and in that same post i noted that it was just me home for christmas! “no brothers or sisters-in-law, no nieces or nephews.” just me. different, but i was fine with it. probably related to some sort of baby complex, growing up getting undivided parental attention and still wanting that in all areas of life, ha.
so adam and soni live in the bay area now! it’d be cooler if they still lived a quick A/C subway jaunt away from me.. but they’re not in a half-bad place. we hung out a couple of times and that was nice. i miss them being around.
on one car ride with adam i finally figured out, 28 years into life, which direction is north. that sounds sort of silly i know, but it’s something that me and a ton of my friends growing up just didn’t know. i thought a lot more about hills and which direction was “up.”
the high school crew was around also. i should take more pictures of these people.
christmas was fiiiiiiine. got some cardigans, which i’ve already worn to death in early 2012. friday is jeans day in the office and i’ve gotten more comments on these cardigans than i ever anticipated—mom’s style draws notice it seems.
i got my mom this cool-looking little red enamel coffee pot. i got my dad.. a rooster. a rooster that changes color and is supposed to predict the weather and is somehow related to portugal. he likes to know what’s going on with the weather, my dad, so i thought it’d be a funny little thing. he laughed a lot—whether at the gift itself or at me for choosing the gift is up to you. i also got him a microscope print thanks to the tip of a fellow tumblr (thanks dood). he liked that.
that’s all on christmas eve. for christmas day we used to go out every year, though that changed when the family grew to eight. this year with just three of us we returned to the palace hotel over in the city. if you remember “the game” with michael douglas, it’s the room at the very end where he comes crashing through a glass ceiling. nice place.
hmm what else:
- went to the oakland museum and it’s pretty cool. hadn’t been since what, elementary school? i made a stop motion video that i thought was decent and then my mom laughed and said “that’s it?”
- saw some pretty spectacular sunsets
- drank a lot of this liquor that i think is just called root. tastes just like root beer, imagine that. mixed with tonic it goes down a little too easily.
- back in new york, jon and i thought it’d be a good idea to go to sugarland for new year’s eve. it was not a good idea. then tyler slept on my couch and i ate a big torta from the taco truck. best. new years. ever.
..aaaaand 2012 begins!