Home to NC for Christmas
A fine christmas, but WORST TRAVEL EXPERIENCE EVER. Got stuck in
the Las Vegas airport
for way too long both coming and going because we missed our connecting
flights. At least there
was an awesome old Thunderbird to look at, that killed about 5 minutes
of the 4000 hours we were
When we finally got there, it was time for my mom's annual christmas
party. Art was baby #1 on
this trip full of l'il scrogglins. He came down for the first bit
of the party to entertain us and look cute.
Chelsea spent quite a while oohing and aahing over the little tyke.
Sarah was also in the "house". Haha, given that her last name is
House and I've know her forever
I've probably only made that joke a thousand times. She's also a
bitchin' potter, here's her website.
Here is a picture of my mom's ornate tree, just to prove it was christmas.
See, a tree.
Greg and Tina were also there all the way from glamorous Granite Falls,
NC. Despite our very
different tastes in what good college basketball is, we bonded in 7th
grade over a love of hair metal,
baseball cards and an encyclopedic knowledge of G.I. Joe figuring names.
Here you have the American Starship Eagle himself, muse of the wrestling
chatter, modeling his new
jacket I got him for Federation of Fly Fishers.
The many moods of the Rash. This man lives to drive me crazy, and
the only way I could get him back
was to keep putting the camera in his face.
I'm pretty sure Chelsea's expression here translates to "why have you
put me among all of these insane
This is Avari, the kid of my childhood friend Ravi. Another very
cute kid but a little too old for
baby status that was all the rage this trip. And she kept turing
on this musical butt-shaking
santa, it was easily the most irritating thing ever created by man.
My good pal and local rock star Nate (and father of Art, pictured above)
showing everyone what it
is like to handle an enormous pair of moose testicles. "They fit
in my hands like this!" he said.
Hey! It's everyone's favorite dog, and muse to this site, Max. Fact:
he is an awesome dog.
We drove up into the "holler" the next day to see the Rash homestead all
fixed up - last time I was home
they had just closed and there was still an armadillo or a chinchilla or
some such nonsense living in the
Here you'll find Mr. Eagle deep in thought, most likely about trout.
This is their neighbor dog, whose name I forget - but I called him "Wiggle
Butt" because he was trying
to wag his tail but there was no tail to wag, so his whole rear section
And for the record, that dog is far superior to this asshole dog that
actually belongs to them. Devil dog.
These two photos brought to you by the letters "macro" and "faux artistic
Art came down for another visit with his dad Nate. That's one damn
cute kid, it is a wonder Nate
had anything to do with it.
Christmas morning - the aftermath. If you look closely you can see
all the gifts I bought for Chelsea
before they got returned and she picked out something she'd rather have.
And of course, no Christmas day trip to Mamaw's house is complete without
a traditional duck-on-a-
Photographic evidence that even in my formative years, I was distrustful
of fat men with fake beards
and rapist gloves.
Here we have Chelsea modeling her fancy ring I bought her for christmas.
Mom in the kitchen (getting in Mamaw's way probably).
Brian in the kitchen (staying out of Mamaw's way probably).
And subsequently, the christmas gift Mamaw got me - an unopened vintage
pack of furniture legs.
She manages to always keep things interesting.
Blurry christmas portrait amid present unfurling.
Baby #2 on the visit - Emily! My second cousin, and cute as a button.
Very smily baby.
Here Harriett shows off her prize christmas present - some manner of decorated
toilet bowl scrub
brush, with a close up so you can see the detail. Because you aren't
serious about toilet cleanliness
until you've got a fake bird glued to the brush.
A couple of days later we took a ride up into the mountains to the hippy
haven of Boone, NC. Max
decided to ride along and intermittently look out the window between naps.
Photographic evidence that we were riding in the car. Cause I know
you don't believe anyone would
drive to Boone intentionally.
The main reason for going ot Boone - a visit to Mellow Mushroom, home
of my favorite pizza in the
entire world outside of a couple of joints in New York City.
The other reason for going up there was a trip to the "oldest general
store in the united states",
Mas General Store in Valle Crucis, NC. Who knows if it is actually
the oldest, but it's definitely
There is still a working post office in there, and an old school cooler
full of soda in glass bottles...
I enjoyed a cheerwine. I wish you could get that stuff out here.
They also had an entire room dedicated ot bulk candies. If you know
me I don't think I have to tell
you that I bought a sack of treats.
Chelsea trying out her new look. In all honesty, I really want one
of these hats but this one was
On the ride back, you may be shocked to learn that Max looked out
the window some more.
The following day we took a rod trip to Raleigh - Chelsea has never been
down to the RTP area,
and since we might be moving there soon it only makes sense she might want
to see what the joint
looks like. As these pictures indicate, we enjoyed the glory of the
Cracker Barrel on our way down I-40.
Another big reason for the trip to RTP was to see baby #3 - Ben Weeks!
Here you got Brian
the proud papa feeding him his 96th bottle of the day. Kid is going
to be a hoss.
Family portrait - Katherine, Brian and Ben.
Todd even took a break from the family on Winston-Salem to make an appearance.
While in Raleigh we drove by my old house during college - I'll probably
never live in a place as big
or as cheap ever again...$1200 dollars split amongst five people. I
lived in the dining room and it
was enormous. We had so many extra rooms, one room was just for bike
storage and another was
just for ping-pong.
We may not have found our new house just yet, but I now know what my next
mailbox is going to look
The following day we trekked up in them thar hills to see my dad. This
is where I spent most of
Cute overload indeed - there were kittens! Five of them!
The old man and his wooly beard.
Feeding time for the pack of orange cats. I wanted to take them
all home but I'm not sure our cat
Mouse would be very happy to have a bunch of company, she's pretty queen-of-the-castle.
We stopped by Bryan's salvage store and dug around in the back...Elvis
was in the building.
As was ChelsElvis....
A fitting family portrait...Max has crazy eyes and I look like I'm high
And then the ride home, which included sleeping overnight in the Las Vegas
Airport. And they don't
even have a way to check your bags so we could go entertain ourselves on
the strip, we just had to
sit there for hours and hours and hours...
Yeah, looks fun doesn't it? We finally got home a few hours later,
and another christmas was in the books.