Sometimes Words are better than Pictures

Here's my Christmas breakdown:

On Christmas Eve, Dara and I wanted to see some lights and so, hearing about the infamous boat parade in Newport Beach, decided to go there. Unfortunately, the parade wasn't going, and almost every community by the beach is xenophobic, er, I mean gated.... so most of the lights we saw were from afar. But Dara and I had a lot of fun driving around, singing songs and wishing we owned some beachfront property.

That night we went home, Dara slept, and I baked butter tarts until 1:30 am. (American friends: look them up. Anyone else who wants to tease me for baking... screw you!)

Dara woke up early because she saw some big boxes in the livingroom. No, they weren't flat-screen TVs. But the side tables (the final piece in our bedroom set) were a hit. So was the "Flight of the Conchords" DVD (though we were disappointed to learn there were no special features included.

After presents, we went to friends Harrison and Laird (and soon-to-be Oliver)'s place to exchange stockings, be goofy, play Wii and have a good time. Mission Accomplished.

After that, it was off to see our neices and nephews (and of course their parents). We were there to steal food, exchanging gifts, be goofy, to find out what all the fuss is about with this Guitar Hero game and to have fun. There was also an appearance by Ed of Donna and Ed fame.

After this, we rushed off to have dinner with Hilary, which was surprisingly hectic (busy restaurant for a Christmas Day). Then it was off home to put in about four hours of work, and then sleep (which I desperatedly needed. Did I mention the butter tarts?)