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vic & darani
Victor & Darani
1 November 2008
Chevy Chase, Maryland
So one week after Halloween, I had already accepted/declined four invitations to various holiday parties… this stressed me out majorly and I felt extremely pressured to choose a date for my own annual party. The pressure, aahhh!! On the bright side, this has given me plenty of time to plan out a menu for my own Christmas party - after much thought and with the help of the google gods, I have chosen to serve TURPORKEN. Yes, it is exactly what you think it is!
Another variation on the turducken (my starting inspiration) that I came across in my web adventures is the HOTCHKEN, also known as “the poor man’s turducken”. It is a chicken, stuffed with hot dogs. Haha, I am soo going to have to try making that!
I went paintballing for the first time last week. It was hella fun, scrambling around and hiding behind trees like freakin Jack Bauer vs. the Mohicans. It invokes some pretty serious bloodlust though, and getting shot by those things is no joke. I’m still nursing several pretty purple bruises and a few bumps on the noggin. At one point, I tried to dodge some paintballs coming at me Matrix-style, but this resulted only in ensuring that I got clocked square on the forehead with one. Does this mean that I am not The One?
Gentlemen, here is a guide to holiday romance. (more of it is true than I care to admit about my own kind…)