..for baking, gingerbread houses, screaming at others while driving, and wasti...I mean spending money. I am unofficially going to introduce you to one of the people in my life that knows me best, my "bffl"; Ladies and gents, meet Nicholas.
Yep, that's his real hair. He's a beauty. Anyway, I only introduce him because well he is a staple in mostly all of my stories, true or not. So last night my other good pal, Jim gave me a call and said he needed to bake cookies for his office Christmas party. I offered to help because well, lets face it, I am the best baker on this side of the Mississippi. We bought really dark chocolaty cookie mix and decided to add an obscene amount of peanut butter, concocting a really disgustingly atheistically unpleasing batter. Here is nick hard at work.
Ahha well the cookies turned out well, besides the fact that they looked like small mounds of Pterodactyl poop. But they didn't taste like that. :D
The next holiday endeavor was attempting to construct gingerbread houses. After purchasing an obnoxious amount of graham crackers, twizzlers, and other various sweet treats, the building began. Nick was oddly determined to create the best house and (un)intentionally turned it into a competition. (Truly, he was the only one was competing. You are your own worst critic, right?) Well, anyway, Nicks house did indeed turn out beautifully. Out mutual friend, Caroline, also constructed a really nice, spacious might I add, gingerbread house. Mine, well, eh, it started out alright but somewhere along the way it morphed into an alien house.
This is Caroline's really big house. If all three of these houses were lined up, (I know, shit, I fail at taking a picture of the three of them lined up. Ugh) this would be the neighbor that everyone likes, but they don't have any money so they try really hard to decorate elaborately for Christmas in order to mask their poorness.
This is Nick's house. At this point it was only in the beginning stages, but it was much more elaborate and neatly decorated at the end. On the make believe block of gingerbread houses, his house would be home of the pretentious family that no one likes and the family that tries way too hard to impress everyone else on the block by attempting to over-embellish their house wit too many holiday decorations. This family is at the core of everyone's hate during the holiday season. The one-uppers if you will. They have no friends.
And, well, there's not much to be said about the alien house. These are the weird neighbors that no one talks to. There's a weird smell coming from their house, they never leave their house, and they are just weird. They are creepily too quiet and sometimes Mrs. Johnson calls the cops on them because she just feels the need to. I mean, come on, there's an alien sculpture in their front yard.
Ariel view of the neighborhood.
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