Lots of ugly sweaters, deserts, and holiday beers to be had. Sunday, after church and football, I went to my first Posada. I didn't know it existed. Maybe it's a Mexican thing.
You go door to door with Mary and Joseph lookng for a place to crash before she burst. You get a lot of 'no's and 'not here's until you find that special lady who says you can use their garage/stable. Jesus is born, then you beat up pinatas and eat candy. Just like 2000 years ago. Monday was work and celebrate my roommate Kyle's birthday. Went to a bar called Wolski's to play darts. Tuesday, Marquette basketball with floor seats c/o my coworker. Dwyane Wade was there,
but I was too busy to say hi to him. Plus, he'd have a hard time getting through my security. Wednesday was a Christmas dinner chez JV Milwaukee. We had all seven of us, one of our community-night helpers, her son, and a friend. True to Polish tradition (c/o Dorota) we had an extra place-setting in case any body showed up, in honor of those that can't join us, and of course for Elijah. Maybe not that last part. He never makes if for Christmas anyways. Thursday was to celebrate Erin, my coworker's birthday. Went out with another coworker and my roommate Mathew to do the trick. And yes, she was there too. It'd be weird to celebrate a birthday without the birthday-ee. Though, my mom and dad did it this past Thanksgiving. Friday I went to work and then home. Yes, home. Tampa. Since then I haven't done much. Watch some football today. Shopping with dad yesterday. Beach today, though most of the time was putting together an electric grill. Kinda felt like the stereotypical assembling of the bicycle Christmas present.
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