Saturday night was the night of the dueling Christmas Parties. Almost every year the ‘Santoli’ party at Darios Parents house and the Gift Exchange party at Chad’s friends house are on the same night. So we go for dinner and visit ‘Santa’ at the Santoli party and then get crazy and open gifts at the exchange party.
Chad wants to get a long distance plan so that we can phone Pat at random times of the day when we are all together and harass him. We phoned him after dinner so that Dario and him could sing ‘I Am Cow’ together. The phone was on a delay, so the singing was not very good. Sorry guys!
Also, please note Mauros reaction to his brothers ridiculousness!
Remember that post where Pat was in town and they drank all that Grappa with raspberries in it? Well there was still some leftover so Dario drank the rest and then decided to make raspberry puree by shaking the bottle like a crazy person. His expression says it all.
Umm…gross!?
This guys is insane. I think I’ve already mentioned that several times before. I bet and lost a chocolate bar on that. Stupid bet on my part, he would have done it for free.
Oh look! Drunk Santa has arrived!
When we were kids (this party has been happening every year for 19 years!) the thought of Santa coming to our dinner party to hand out gifts was amazing. But of course, you grow up and you realize that Santa isn’t real and it becomes less of an exciting thing for you. That is, until you become the age where parents and ‘kids’ get drunk together and Santa gets wasted on Wine and then talks like a girl to hide his real voice. Sweet Jesus, this is something everyone needs to experience.
When we were young Santa would be played by a different person each year, usually one of Dario’s cousins. The best part was trying to figure out which cousin it was. The past few years Dario’s Dad has dressed up as Santa which is just 100 times MORE priceless.
At this party, you stop getting presents from Santa when you graduate from High School. There are still a couple of youngins who are of present age so we have at least a few more years of Drunk Santa adventures.
Speaking of Drunk Santa, Ms. Clause also thought it was about time she got wasted on White Wine. She then proceeded to yell my name from the other end of the table and then run up and hug/crush/harass me. I have no idea why I got to be the special one.
Oh family events. The older you get, the more amusing they get!






































































































