Nobody shares my idea of a vacation

So if you have been reading, you would have realised that December is really all about my birthday. There is nothing else. Well, at least till I got married. Chuckles' birthday follows three days after mine and though he is no glory hog, I still have to share my thunder. 

But that does not make for a very good New Year post.

The days before our birthday, Chuckles likes to take some time off work. Relax, take a vacation. Our ideas of relaxing are very different. While I want to pack a lot of things that we don't normally get to do,  Chuckles is happy just waking up late, reading the NYT, eating, reading, eating, watching a show, eating, sleeping. You get the drift. With Pumbaa coming in this year, I had planned two weeks of extensive sight seeing. On our calendar I marked exactly where we would be going daily. I looked at websites to see what would be open during the holidays, checked with both Chuckles and Pumbaa if they were interested and was all set to see everything Houston and its surrounding areas had to offer. 

She arrived and our holiday began. Every day for the next two weeks we slept, after playing a board game, at 4 am. We brunched, watched Mad Men, snacked, debated about a late lunch and finally leaving to see the city, late in the evening. Then we drove around aimlessly, shopped, returned stuff, baked, snacked, talked and swapped stories over dinner for almost two hours, ate big bowls of ice-cream with tons of chocolate sauce, talked some more and made plans for the next day before breaking out the board game at midnight once again.

Then Tweedledum* arrived. To stay with us for a day. Jet lagged and on a whirlwind trip around the US Tweedledum was happy with the way things were going. We took him on a tour of downtown and then took him shopping. He loved it. 

I may be drunk on all the New Year cheer but the last two weeks weren't so bad after all. I may even go as far as to say I liked it. 

One of my closest friends, Tweedledum loves colors, handicrafts, good clothes, Indian fabrics, design, art, musicals and long conversations. He is a dream to shop with, often finding things my experienced eyes have missed. Ladies, he is single by the way.