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Our holiday fail DEFINITELY includes growing a white mustache. Looking at you, Isaiah Mustafa and Alberto Rosende.
Little (Holiday Grocery) Shop of Horrors
This time of year is special because you're spending time with the people you care about. While I'm not going home again this year I have decided that 22 is old enough to host my own holiday dinner. This is new territory, as I hardly consider myself an adult having only just aquired a dining room table a few weeks ago after eating in my bed for the last 3 years. Like any un-adulting adult, I put off my holiday grocery shopping until the last minute, knowing fully that it was going to be a nightmare at the grocery store. After laying around past noon today I finally sucked it up to go. Pulling into the parking lot I knew right away this wasn't going to be an easy trip. It wasn't the fact that I had to park at the back of the lot that notified me of this. No. It was the fact everyone walking in the parking lot was oblivious to their surroundings. They were taking a leisurely stroll down the center of the rows as if it were a beach. Determined, with my sticky-note shopping list in hand, I went into the store.
HOLY.
FREAKING.
COW.
I was not prepared. You see, the closest grocery store to me isn't just any old store, its one of those fancy grocery stores that has everything. And it is similarly named to Zegmans. This store was absolute chaos. It didn't matter what pace I moved at, it wasn't fast enough for all these soccer moms. One mom saw I was looking at asparagus and stepped in front of me to get some before I could. I put on my best fast walk but regularly found myself stuck places because I wasn't aggressive enough to push my cart into the traffic of the store. It didn't help that my shopping list was disorganized so I was running around. One women tried stealing my cart and ARGUED with me that it was hers. I was bumped into So. Many. Times. Without as much as an excuse me or an apologetic glance. I thought the world was ending. The whole experience stressed me out so bad I bought three different desserts. One apple pie, one chocolate cheesecake, and two pints of ice cream. I am one person. I live alone. I hardly eat sugar. And yet here I was clinging to all this sticky sweetness like it would ward off all the minivan queens. This adulting experience is one I would NOT recommend. Now let's just hope I'm able to cook the dinner.
Dollywood
It's been a rough year, so I decided to take myself on holiday and visit friends in the States, in North and South Cseolina. As I'd have a couple days when they were in work and I was so close to the national park, I planned a couple days in the Great Smokey Mountains. I knew I'd be close to Dollywood. I love Dolly Parton and theme parks and Dollywood is on my bucket list. I checked the park's open season and Dollywood is open during October. So I booked 2 nights in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. As my trip got closer I went to buy my Dollywood ticket online for Tuesday 11th October - but at the confirmation page it said tickets were non refundable. Hurricane Matthew was predicted to hit the US coast the day I was due to land in Atlanta, so just in case I decided to wait and buy my ticket when I got to the park. On the Monday I drove to Tennessee via the Smokies, and on the Tuesday morning I go to Dollywood. The car park is deserted. There are a few other cars so I follow them to the front gates. It's closed. Dollywood is closed, just for the day. I did an 8 hour, 500 mile round trip and paid for 2 nights in a hotel to visit a theme park that was closed just for the day I arrived.
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First xmas diy fail
Decided to make the garlands on my own instead of getting them on etsy, ended up spending 60 bucks just on gold card board, a star punch and some sprinkles D: I'm a disaster!! I could have ordered 3 ready made fancy garlands for that amount..
So, this is the side view of a Christmas bag we got from Matt’s parentals. Reindeer hoof, or dick? #xxxmas #inappropriatechristmas
"Over the river and through the woods..." Well, in the woods -- didn't quite make it through. Probably for the best, though. Grandmother always dries out the turkey and her house smells like a test site for Pall Mall's potpourri ("Stale Tar" scent).