Although some holiday traditions annoy the hell out of me - like being forced to listen to Jingle Bell Rock when buying groceries, and my inability to visit Northpark during most of December - I am not a total grinch.
I like eggnog, and real Christmas trees, and sending my mother the annual Teleflora Thomas Kinkade arrangement. She gets a little house that lights up along with her flowers, and each year they're different. I did my volunteer gig at Petsmart and took lots of pictures of dogs, and the dogs' owners liked the pictures. I put last year's Dexter wreath on my front door. And I drove around Highland Park a couple of nights ago to check out the rich people's Christmas lights.
I had seriously considered taking my motorcycle around Highland Park, but after I thought about it a minute, I realized that I had literally never seen anyone ride a motorcycle there. Ever. So I took my car.
The picture is of Highland Park Village. Allegedly, it's the first Real Shopping Mall, built in 1931. I confess I like going to the Anthropologie store there, although I'm usually the only 40-something within a herd of hard-shopping, ugg-boot wearing, blonde SMU students.
Does anyone know how long it takes to put so many lights on a single tree?
