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So...welcome back to Texas.

I landed around 3PM too exhausted and disoriented to care that my luggage was lost.

I came home, grabbed some food, talked to my sister, and went over to the church for the youth Christmas party where we were greeted by my uncle, the Pimp Elf. He says he's related to Buddy...it's possible.

Somewhere along the way I caught my second wind and totally EXCELLED in the Christmas games.


Me vs. the kids. We had to tear a Christmas tree out of a piece of paper behind our back. You better believe I won that round.


My cousins make me feel tiny.

I also sang a song. My voice was shot from all the New York crazy, but I made it through. If you feel like listening, here's an artfully out of focus video! It's called "Make Room" and I wrote it umm...four or five years ago? It's about the night that Jesus was born from the perspective of the Innkeeper. And I stole a very famous melody somewhere in the middle there.

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311/365, originally uploaded by britrosewhite.

That is how the morning ended.

This is how we got there:

4 AM and we're feeling it.

Jump to 15 minutes later...

We're totally awake:





This one might be my favorite.


Goal one: run inside screaming. Goal two: attempt to take items out of other people's hands. Both goals: accomplished with a ridiculous amount of success.


Oh, and goal three: buy stuff for cheap.


And top it off with a 15% discount!


Goal four: run, don't walk.


Unless you are in a windbreaker and inhibited by your fear of breaking the rules AKA running in the (empty) mall. Speed-walking is allowed in this case.


Goal five: be like this in public. In the public where the rich people go.

And goal six: take a good photo with the loot.









Highlights:

-Running through Macy's to get to Gap. Mother following behind, denies to a Macy's employee that she's with us.
-High-fiving some guys going the opposite direction on the escalator with mucho gusto. Exclaiming, "We ARE the Christmas spirit!"
-Buying a pair of ridiculously amazing black heels.
-Running into Faustin at Target and every other store in the mall. It's more random than you'd think, to run into your African on your side of town.



Final highlight:
-Never not laughing. I am officially sold on Black Friday!