Yesterday I went to see a holiday parade in Stamford. Seeing as I haven't done a full 'holiday season' in the states since the year 2000 ... I am all over anything and everything the season brings. Living in another country for as long as I have changes something in you. I don't know what, and I don't really know how. But something changes. Drinking eggnog coffee and eating chocolate biscotti watching a parade with my mom, sister, niece, nephew...
The fact that I've missed Halloween for the six years preceding 2009 was completely redeemed in a fabulous back to back weekend of dope parties. The whole Friday night to Saturday night thing (30-31st) AND the fact that daylight savings got set back adding an EXTRA HOUR onto Halloween... who could ask for more? Seriously. Last night was a Wild West themed pow wow at my sister's... since myself and the one other indigenous American in residence...
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! One of my BFFs co-hosted Halloween Party number one last night which had way too many fun things to mention. Here are some brief highlights... The artist formally known as Prince MC'ed a large part of the evening, or at least the portions when some kid with no costume (who I still only know as someone that was supposed to come with someone else, who apparently didn't show up) wasn't Sing Starring or rounding up Soul Train...
Americans are fact-proven the tubbiest mob on the planet. Out frolicking with my mates last weekend this was a hot topic of discussion, particularly at the movies. In addition the do-it-yourself butter machines (don't have those down under!) I couldn't believe that not only are there free soda refills, you get free POPCORN refills too. As much as I enjoy the novelty of this and the comic relief... I can't help but be grossed out by the status...
Even with all the 'i heart-ness' I harbor for New York City, I dig the woods... note how I don't say 'country'... because areas that are too country like the Boonsville Scaryland where no one has teeth and extra fingers and toes frighten me. I grew up running around barefoot outside eating dirt, climbing, trees, and shooting frogs with a bb gun (which I still feel bad about, bloody Yanks and guns). Therefore, the forest is just something else...