Several members of the 12th Marines sporting ties during their "classy-themed" holiday get-together.
Christmas Eve! This is my first Christmas that I wasn’t able to make it home to be with my fam, so I spent most of the morning on the phone with my mom saying, “And what’s happening now? What about now? Now?” just to feel like I was part of the action. It was hard to stay blue for long though. It was such a beautiful, warm day in Ginoza, I opened the sliding glass doors to the patio and let the ocean breeze cool down the house.
Dean had invited his shop over for dinner, but there wasn’t too much to be done since I (like a GENIUS) had prepared a few homemade five-cheese lasagnas the day before and had them in the fridge, ready to be popped into the oven. And due to my diligent swatting away of Dean all week, I had (almost) a full spread of baked goods, give or take a few cookies and brownies. I took my time squeezing into a cute maternity outfit TC sent to me and set out the appetizers. Normally, that would have been my cue to uncork a nice bottle of red and put up my feet to wait for the guests to arrive but several pesky doctors (yes, I did get a second opinion) have told me drinking liquor in my current condition is not “ideal.”
The guys started arriving around 3 PM and my jaw just about hit the floor. They had all dressed up in various suit-like outfits. They looked as cute as human killing machines possibly could in their ill-fitting Sunday best. Throughout the day, they reminded each other to be “refined” and told me my lasagna was “simply delightful.” We ate, we drank, we listened to merry Christmas music. The guys very thoughtfully took all the leftovers off my hands in doggy bags to make clean up easier. It was a lovely Christmas Eve, and Dean and I were tucked into our bed dreaming of sugar plums by 11 PM.
I ate until my tummy looked similar to your current bulging, and then I waited ten minutes and ate some more, waited another 10, shoved in some more, etc. I believe I consumed enough pasta, bread, and cheese to literally feed a family of 12. I say this, because after I was done, the 12 people we had over were quite upset I finished everything. teehee. NOOOO mama made about 1 economy size pasta chaffing dish for every 2 people.
ReplyDeleteSo, it took me two days to finish it all :)