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Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:02 PM | shower me with attention

I tried to blog yesterday but I had no internet connection after two seconds. What I was going to do is bitch about how they made us get pictures of ourselves taken at work so we have to wear these damn badges all the time for security and stuff. Which I guess makes sense but it's also evil and meant to torture us. My picture is typically pudgy, half-lidded, smirky, messy, grotesque. In other words, like almost every other picture of me taken within the last 19 years. (I peaked at 7.)

Tonight I went to see The Nutcracker after many, many years. It was magical. I cried a little at the beginning. From the magic of it all. Before the angel even went up. I just saw the angel and got all teary-eyed. I'm glad Kirsten and Olga weren't sitting next to me because they would have been embarrassed by me.

It was just as I remembered it. Nothing has changed, not a single thing. It was glorious. I even drank Nutcracker water, as per tradition. (For you, Mom. stopreadingthis.)

Tomorrow is two important things, in order from least to most important:

1. My last day of caffeine and high-carb living. No more real coffee, no more sugar, and back to the Dance Dance Revolution with me. I've only gained about 5 pounds since this madness began and I aim to lose it and another 40 besides.

2. It's Goose Day. My sweet gosling's birthday. Honk for her. I miss my sweetling. Where are you, angel? Happy birthday.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:48 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Creepiest performance of the year in a film was Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Tonight I saw the second creepiest performance of the year: Matthew Broderick in The Producers.

Brrr, brr, brrrrrrrrr. Icky.

In other news, thrice today I have blown my nose so hard that something in my ear goes "pop" and then the room starts spinning.

I've also broken my personal record for most colds gotten in one season. Today was utter misery.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:40 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

My sinuses are trying to kill me, I need a restraining order.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:12 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, December 26, 2005

My parents and sister and I went to see Narnia, which I thought was very beautiful although I couldn't quite get out of my head that it was made by an evangelical creep-mogul. I am deeply in love with Mr Tumnus, something I never would have considered possible. (It's... it's Mr Tumnus. We love Mr Tumnus, we always have loved Mr Tumnus, but he's not supposed to be all... all...hot.)

Then we went to Wo-Hop. Mmmm, chow fun.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:38 PM | shower me with attention

Christmas was a magnificent success (there was far too much food!) and everything went off brilliantly and the food was to die and all was magic and then at the end I walked my aunt three blocks away to the parking garage at around 12:45 p.m. so she could take my parents home and go back to Brooklyn, and we started driving the car out of the garage and then we discovered that the garage closes at midnight. And TJ needed to go home that very night so after freaking out for a bit, TJ and proceeded to BREAK THE LAW. Wherein I held up the mechanical arm while she drove the car under it. On the other side we discovered a CLOSED METAL DOOR, which miraculously slid up when the car came right up to it. MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'm a felon!

Italian Christmas was actually fun. We watched Moonstruck (which DOES take place at Christmastime, it was perfect actually). On Christmas Eve we made mini-pizzas with the pizza dough my dad got from the pizza place on Roosevelt Island (thereby saving Christmas.) Christmas dinner was stuffed steaks, stuffed turkey breast, lasagna, broccoli rabe, spaghetti, and a holy ton of antipasto. And tiramisu and cheesecake.

(Christmas lunch was s'mores and peppermintinis.)

More Christmas photos.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, December 25, 2005

A few shots of Christmas morning at Penthouse 54, taken with my most fabulous present.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:27 PM | shower me with attention