year three - christmas
Happy Holidays, whoever you are.
Unfortunately, we are once again sending you a Christmas letter. How did this happen? What we started ironically has suddenly become sincere. WE HAVE OUTSMARTED OURSELVES.
So, what have we done this year? We moved from the butthole suburb Reston, VA, into Washington DC. Things Reston has: strip malls, ugly condos, machete-wielding street gangs. Things DC has: monuments, sweet restaurants, gun-toting street gangs.
DC also has some kind of system where forty dollars gets you about one dollar worth of goods. This means we moved from a hideous nine-bedroom suburban palace into a one-bedroom thimble-sized apartment. We have a view of a rooftop air conditioner.
Aaron got a new job. No longer content with finding the mistakes others made on marriott.com, he is now making mistakes of his own. Somehow, he ended up on a gay rugby team, and they had their first ever winning season.
Norah is still queen of the nerds, dispensing back issues and sarcastic comments at Phoenix Comics. She also has a part time gig educating the learning impaired at the Art Institute Online. She continues to go to about eight concerts a week, and buys a poster every time despite the fact that our apartment is so small it only has one wall.
And...that's pretty much it. Hope you all have a good holiday, unless you're one of our many enemies, in which case we hope you get a Christmas-mugging.
Merry Christmas, jerks. Enclosed is a pic of us in our natural, slightly tilty state, as well as a depiction of holiday horror.
Love,
norah & aaron