It’s not called winter break. It’s called a vacation.

I’m on vacation now. A few things to know about vacation:

1. It is not a ‘break’, such as fall break, winter break, spring break or summer break. It is vacation, and there is only one of it to be shared among the four seasons.

2. It is not a few weeks or even a few months long. It is just under two weeks. It is designed to re organize your stuff and prepare for the next year of moving and working.

3. No one asks you how school is going anymore. Also, people have stopped congratulating you on graduating.

4. Unlike ‘break’, you can afford things on vacation. Time, rather than money, becomes the limiting factor. I’m sure this is also a product of single life. 

On the first day of vacation, I did some budgeting and such with the help of my parents. “I’m very proud of you. Now I want you to start a filing system.” My dad then disappeared into his office and retrieved a small plastic filing device with a few hanging folders in it. “I want you to have this. You can keep your files in it.” For those of you who know my dad, you can imagine the significance of this event. I have three files: Whataberger, Credit Card, and Other Important Documents. They have sub folders, but this is not the time to reveal my intricate and highly classified filing system.

Day two of my vacation, I went to the fabulous Las Vegas. I went to see the Sun Devils play Boise State in their bowl game. Those of you who saw the game know the result, those of you who didn’t – all you need to know is, I actually went to Las Vegas to meet up with my favorite engineer and badass friend, Francis. The visit was short, but really fun.

We ran into some other former classmates from ASU.

Francis and I graduated together last May. We made a pact to meet up in random places and explore the world together. Vegas for a day after just a few months working is a nice starter.  We indulged in some in-room dining.
 After a quick visit to Vegas, I returned to spend some time with family in east Texas. I am not sure if I should give these folks aliases, as most of them are you, the readers. Anyhow, here we go…
“The Kardashians are moving to Dallas.”-My sister
“Whoop whoop, who gives a —-“-Me
“Only Khloe is moving to Dallas. With her boyfriend.” -Mom
“The only time I’ve heard mom cuss is when she said ‘Damn Christmas and Damn Easter!'”-Me
“I love this family. They assume [digestive distress] before theft.”-My sister
“That’s all there is to do in Tyler: go to target and go to the bathroom.”-My cousin, Orpheus.
“The stores are going to close! Hurry, call Papa Johns and see when they close in case we get hungry.”-My Aunt, Sesame on Christmas Eve
“This is such a girly morning. We’re hanging out, doing face masks, playing with the baby….”-Me
“Making lemon bars at 7:30 in the morning…”- My cousin, Sriracha
Orpheus hails from Houston and has an adorable son, named Zorro. Zorro likes to pretend he is talking when he is just making little noises, chase my sister’s cat without ever touching it, and do things which earn him an applause, which is almost everything he does. Zorro also likes to watch various videos on You Tube.
Orpheus and Zorro watching you tube on an iphone:
Other family events: One of my cousins, Yalda, invited her boyfriend-soon-to-be-fiance to meet the press.  By press, I mean the family. Let’s call this guy Fadi. Fadi is awesome. I am very excited for them and look forward to welcoming him into the family. I would love to talk about the shitstorm interrogation Fadi suffered at the hands of my uncle, Uncle Anvil, but that’s irrelevant.
Today, I sat next to my dad on the couch to watch some Premier League. It feels good to be home and with my parents. A morning with dad is not complete however, untill he has called Verizon to “cuss them out”. This “cussing out” was basically dad asking them to stop sending him e mails about things, as he does not care and does everything through the US Pony Express. If it was truly important, they would take the time to stamp it!
Happy Holidays, folks.

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