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Robby's Christmas Party 2012

Three years ago, Skye hand painted a Christmas canvas for the white elephant gift exchange at Robby’s Christmas Party.

It went, well, not well.

(If you follow.)

Then, last year, she decided to forfeit handmade and instead brought a fancy copy of The Dark Knight, a seemingly unstoppable crowd favorite.

It, too, went poorly.

So there was some excitement (in my mind) for this year’s gift exchange.

Skye brought some popcorn and spy glasses and a copy of the movie Unknown.

(It wasn’t a spy movie, the glasses were unrelated – a superpower extra, if you will.)

She’d quite liked the movie and who can argue with buttery food?

(No one, presumably.)

So we sat in a circle and Robby explained the rules and gifts were picked and ooh’d and ah’d over and finally someone picked up Skye’s present.

The best part of the annual opening of Skye’s provided present is the first sentence uttered.

The past two years have seen the amazing combination of “what does it do?” and “oh my gosh, I don’t want this.”

This year the recipient was Sarah, and she opened Skye’s gift saying, “Oh, a DVD, I can’t watch this.”

Not that Unknown is beyond her sensibilities, or that she’s going on an electronics hiatus for the coming year, but Sarah is our friend who moved to Japan.

Where she lives with her Japanese computer and Japanese DVD player and can only watch DVDs that are regional to Japan.

It’s okay though, because she was the last trade and thus was able to force it upon someone else.

(Who, as it turns out, was Skye herself.)

But the curse of Skye’s present continues.

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

I was able to snag one of the gifts from Sarah and her boyfriend and thus got amazing, Japanese goodness in my bag.

So it was a banner gift exchange year for me.

And for Skye, there’s always next year.

Apparently I don’t have any good photos of Skye opening gifts


That first photo

Is possibly the only side picture of me

Without a triple chin

Ever taken

So there was no way it wasn’t being shared with the world,


Awkward Gift Exchange, Year Three


Christmas Party, Take Ten

January 7, 2013

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

Robby’s Christmas Party has inspired many stories.

Like how my phone mocked my accent last year.

Or the year Bob proposed, I fell asleep in the dining room, and I learned Santa hats get quite warm.

It also is a tradition.

Like my yearly photo with Rosemary.

(If you were wondering where the classy came from, it’s the antlers.)

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

This year we were treated to a slideshow of previous party pictures.

(It was alliterative and enjoyable!)

(Bet you thought I was gonna say awesome.)


Though none of my photos were included.

‘Cause I’ve been too lazy over the past decade to remember to share any.

(Next decade, I promise.)

(Or, at least, the one after that.)

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

Ain’t no party like a gathered-in-the-kitchen-looking-at-old-photos-on-Robby’s-laptop party!

(What what!)

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

This girl hasn’t made a Christmas Party in years and years.

But it’s ’cause she moved to Japan, so we forgive her.

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

Did you think I only made Rosemary take one photo per year?

‘Cause while that might be her dream, the reality is there are roughly 100 photos taken.

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

Skye approves.

(And creepily photo bombs.)

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

Though we were already the life of the party, given that we both had Christmas presents we were frantically working on.

(Robby always holds his party on December 23rd.)

(It’s a crunched time.)

Oh, and the antlers.

We were mainly the life of the party because of the antlers.

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

And the high fiving.

Robby's Christmas Party 2012

As usual, it seems the Christmas season just flew by

But I know that before I know it

I’ll be sitting in Robby’s parents’ living room again

And I’ve already thought of the perfect gift for the white elephant exchange

I can’t wait,



Equally Awkward Reads

*Robby’s Christmas Party 2009; Robby’s Christmas Party 2009 (Gift Exchange Edition)


* Robby’s Christmas Party 2010; Robby’s Christmas Party 2010 (Gift Exchange Edition)

Robby’s Christmas Party 2011; Robby’s Christmas Party 2011 (Tackle Edition); Robby’s Christmas Party 2011 (Photographer Edition)

* Robby’s Christmas Party 2012

Christmas Party, Take Ten


Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

This is a girl who's excited to tackle.

As Robby informed a newcomer last week, “don’t mind Megan, she’s overbearing.”

(At first, I included an ellipsis before overbearing but I was just kidding myself, there was no real life pause.)

(The truth hurts.)

(And is, in my opinion, not very truthful.)

(It’s called being friendly to newcomers, Robby.)

(And only like 13% overbearing.)

I’m known for few things amongst my high school friends.

Constant photography.

Being dreadful at gift exchanges.

Forgetting to invite people to my New Year’s party until the end of December.

But I’m trying to expand that repertoire.

I’m starting small.

Tackling friends small.

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

The tacklee isn't as thrilled.

It doesn’t take much to tackle.

Just a strong desire for photos and a dream.

And a victim.

Or, as I prefer to call them, an old high school friend.

(My friends put up with a lot.)

(But once a year they have a 50/50 chance I’ll remember to send them a birthday e-card.)

(So… pretty worth it.)

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

That's what I call my sexy face. For obvious reasons.

The most important thing to remember while tackling is to never let the tacklee know what’s coming.

And to plant your feet.

‘Cause falling always takes away from the majesty of the moment.

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

I never remember to plant my feet.

In lieu of stability, I provide laughter.

And far too-tight middle squeezes.

Those aren’t necessarily a plus.

But once you’ve been tackled, you have to work with what you’ve been given.

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

This is fun for at least one of the participants.

And sometimes, when one friend loves the other friend very much and the latter friend is too nice to violently wrest herself away from the first friend, then tackling turns into puppetry.

‘Cause I know how to party.

And I’m not strong on when to stop.

I have a sudden craving for cheese

Which is completely unrelated to anything,


I Tackle ‘Cause I Love (I Hug Because I’m Awkward At Introductions And Goodbyes)