ON: my best behavior
W/: A warm cup of something yummy
Suprise. I’m back. 🙂
I have completed my mandatory one week recovery from law school finals & I’m in Texas for my month long break. I’m packing as much fun, spontentaity and holiday spirit into this break as possible. God willing.
Oh, another thing. I’m turning 22 in a couple of days. And I seriously need to chill out about it.
My fear is being Molly Ringwald in the first half of Sixteen Candles (1984). I am not exactly worried about my family forgetting my birthday (trust me, they know my birthday) — I’m more worried about being disturbed by unmet expectations.
I have a lot of room to grow in terms of managing my expectations.
But hey, speaking of 80’s movies, my little sister and I snuck out of the house late last night to catch a screening of A Christmas Story (1983).
A Christmas Story is one of my favorite Christmas movies, second only to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (1964). There truly is nothing like seeing this film on the big screen. I caught so much more of the detail (I never before noticed the drool pouring off of Flick’s bandaged tongue) and the heart-warming beauty of the film. I mean, the Christmas tree in this film has to be the greatest of all time (take that Whoville and Charlie Brown).
The only con to seeing this film in theaters is the lack of the homey family-room-couch feel, that is almost as necessary as hot cocoa & staying awake long enough to see the Chinese dinner scene. On the bright side, my sister and I had the theater to ourselves, so we enjoyed unrestrained cackling and squealing at our favorite scenes.
One thing I noticed is that, like Ralphy, I put a lot of energy into dreaming up optimal scenarios– only for them to be begrudingly underwhelming. Ralphy spends the majority of the film pining for a toy, so much, that it becomes his entire motive. He writes a paper, rushes his family through the Christmas parade, and is tormented by mall elfs for the purpose of obtaining his all-consuming dream toy. A toy we only see him with for a tiny fraction of the film.
It is an unforgettable scene to see boy and toy finally united — but the scene is just a small piece of the masterpiece that is A Christmas Story. The bigger picture is bonding with family, overcoming obstacles, and getting through the ugly times that we will fondly remember for the rest of our lives.
Something to think about.
I ordered a yummy low-cal concoction at starbucks just before writing this blog post. I had a grande chai [tea bag!] latte w/ almond milk, a shot of espresso & two splendas. The veridict? It’s essentially warm water, but very cozy. Try at your own risk 🙂
Christmas Song of the moment: Shirley Horn’s Winter Wonderland. Shoutout to Starbucks’ Christmas playlist.