My Christmas

Gift wrap, gift bags, gift boxes, oh my! Ornaments, Christmas trees and what is this? SNOW!

Last night was exhausting! I danced to Beyonce’s, Single Ladies while the nephews laughed at me. Ate until my belly ached. (Those honey biscuits are unbelievable!) White Hennessy came by and poured itself in my glass. My nugget (daughter, Chayce), also poured a thing or two on me - snot! She was all over the place, runny nose and all. Exploring new areas of her grandparents house - under the table and behind the couch. I never knew waiting on Santa was so much fun (sarcastic expression)! And nobody realized the time when he came parading down the street, sirens and all. We were so unprepared. “What time is it?” “Is he early?” “Oh my goodness, grab my shoe!” “Where’s the baby’s pants?” By the time we made it outside, Santa had drove to the next street to bless another block of kids with holiday cheer and pounds of crushed candy-canes.

Back in the house, we baked sugar-cookies with icing and funky colored sprinkles. Ummm ummm good. The kids finger painted the coolest picture frame for their grandparents. We designed personalized ornaments for the tree and hung stockings. Good food. Family. Great drinks. Good times.

The last thing I remember from last night was Bruce Willis just finding out that Morgan Freeman had been murdered in RED.

I finally woke up to DIDDY, which caused my iPhone to vibrate uncontrollably. It’s Christmas! Every year, I ask for one thing - SNOW! So, it was natural to look out the window. And to my surprise, white flakes were granting me my only wish for this holiday season (I kinda asked for more though). Anyway, while pecan pancakes were baking in the kitchen downstairs, coffee was brewing upstairs - just for me! The nugget crawled away from her black baby doll who chased her all cross the floor. Sung with her pal Violet as she called her name, “Hi Chayce.” She crawled around the house with her Redskins slippers on and her, “My First Christmas” Santa hat. The nephews got a new phone, an iPod touch, an XBOX and G-Shock watches. My husband smells absolutely delicious in his YSL and I am writing from my Dell Pink Mini Notebook. Christmas fulfilled!

Christmas only comes around once a year and when it does you want to make it memorable. This year was just that. A Christmas we will never forget. Well, the nugget is knocked out so I’ma go pour another cup of Folgers. “The Christmas Blend.”

I enjoyed mine and I hope you did to. Until next year, Happy Holidays!

How was yours?

Chas B
　

I Need A Drink

Have you ever just needed a drink? Had a bad day at work? Your dude pissing you the fuck off? Ever been on the phone for hours arguing to a collector about why you can’t ask a relative for the money? Damn, I need a drink just writing this. What is it about alcohol that soothes the soul? Hold on, let me find out…Chile, bye…I’m soothing right now.

Whether you’re a Hennessy drinker, Absolut or Patron sipper, it doesn’t matter the spirit just as long as it does the job. Oh, and of course you wine sippers. It still doesn’t matter.

For instance, yesterday I had a horrible day. I had to do a shoot at an elementary school in a very bad neighborhood (ghetto, would’ve been bad to use with the election going on and all). Those kids were straight from the pits of hell. I mean, they were throwing up gang signs, telling me they’re not going to smile and rolling their eyes and sucking their teeth. I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of dodge.

It seemed as soon as I took the last photo, my head went into an explosive mode because the migraine those rugrats gave me was terrible. I just couldn’t stop thinking, “damn, I need a drink.” It was crazy because usually when I get a headache the first thing I do is reach for aspirin. Naw, not this time. I needed something hard. It kind of reminded me of everyday leaving Dr. Carrington’s office at 5 o’clock. Shara and I would always be ready to hit the bar. It just always seemed like the therapeutic thing to do.

Just like now, I know that if I drink this Hennessy and Cran, I’ll be good. I’ll probably be knocked out right after. But, at least I won’t have to hear “certain people” nag and complain about things you can’t control. I mean, I can’t help the fact that the weatherman said it might rain tomorrow. Or, neither can I explain why the cable is turned off. I mean damn, Comcast could’ve waiting one more day. I can’t tell you why they didn’t. All I know is that an Absolut and Orange would be great right now. Hell, once I get some of that up in me I would care less about “certain people” or Comcast.

Some times, even if I can’t get to a drink fast enough just the idea or the notion of thinking and knowing and feeling that a drink is needed is just as divine. Try it. Go ahead. Tomorrow when someone or something pisses you completely off, just say to yourself, “man, I need a drink.” Watch your day go so smoothly after that.

But here’s the kicker… When you get the drink, you’re going to think to say to yourself, “you know, today really wasn’t that bad.” Then you’re going to think for a minute more and say, “shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, let me get another one.”

Cheers,

Chas B