Only half kidding. But seriously, can anyone get away without it? NO. And if you tell me otherwise I might just have to shank you. (kidding, sorta).
The theme of our holidays, aside from eating, was definitely low-key. My brother flew in from Vancouver on the 24th and we kept things pretty casual. This year just didn’t feel like Christmas to us and that’s okay.
We did make the most incredible wine-poached pears for dessert on the 24th. I’ll have to share a recipe and dedicate an entire post, but swoooooooon.
Normally at this time of year we ski on the 25th and 26th to keep us entertained because everything is closed so let me just say, I really DONT know a more boring day than December 25th and January 1st in the city. What do people do!? Our family celebrates Christmas on the eve of the 24th so I can honestly say I have never been more bored, and grateful that Starbucks was open.
I turned 25 on the 26th. I have to say that without cringing.. You know when people ask you, “So, how does it feel to be another year older?” Normally I respond with, “The same.” But let me tell you, 25 is different. You feel it. Why? Because you’re closer to 30 than 20 and realize that you really don’t have your shit together like you thought you would when you were 18 thinking about what life would be like at 25. Am I right all you 25+ out there? (Please tell me I’m right).
Nevertheless, I did have a really beautiful birthday. I’ve never been one for big celebrations, mainly because I get awkward with all the attention.
I spent the day with my family. Cruised around Toronto, got flowers, and an Icebreaker sweater. I’m obsessed with Icebreaker – I love the idea of wearing natural clothing because synthetics sometimes make my skin so itchy and irritated.
We also had birthday pie at Wanda’s Pie in the Sky in Kensington Market – best pie. Wild blueberry, of course, because it’s my favourite.
And finally, we went to Local Kitchen for the most incredible dinner. Jess and Fabe came along as well and I loved every minute.
It was perfect.
I’ll spare you the details of a night shortly after where Fabe, Jess, and I pretended we were 19,
drank all the wine,
Sang with Tim,
this song to be exact…
Laughed in each other’s faces,
And thought we were rockstars at the Dakota.
I was supposed to spend it with Fabe and Jess, then I ended up spending it with the family instead.
There was a point between 9-1030 when I was still in my pj’s and didn’t feel like doing anything whatsoever. I was tired and so content just being at home. I was even content to be alone that night and the fam could have gone on their own.
However, you all know how peer pressure and alcohol work. Very well.
I put on my big girl pants, a bit of jewelry (cause that always makes you feel better), and got ready for the night.
We went to the party and when the clock struck 12am, we jumped into the New Year.
Our mother taught us this years ago and it wouldn’t be New Years without it.
I don’t have or really believe in New Year Resolutions, but I will share my goals with you another day.
I hope you had a wonderful holiday season. Happy New Year!