Christmas is pretty cool (other than non-rap Christmas carols). I like Baby Jesus, weather that gives me an excuse to wear cardigans, and people buying me presents. However, other than watching “Home Alone,” one of my favorite Christmas traditions is our annual “Christmas in the Capital” dinner.
Here’s how it usually goes down:
(1) We ask some good friends or family to go out to dinner at a nice-ish DC restaurant the week before Christmas.
(2) We eat dinner.
(3) We laugh a lot.
(4) I try to get a friend to pay the bill.
(5) He or she declines.
(6) I eat way too much.
(7) I later regret those decisions.
(8) We walk over to the National Christmas Tree.
(9) Sometimes the tree is still lit.
(10) We laugh some more.
(11) We take pictures in front of the tree.
(12) We make fun of each other.
That’s how it went down last Thursday. A group of 15 of us hit up Chef Geoff’s Downtown. I ate five pieces of bread before we ordered our food. I’m classy. After a three-hour dinner full of calories and laughs, we hustled over to the National Christmas Tree. For the second year in a row, it was closed when we arrived and the lights were turned off. We asked our friends Barack and Michelle to flip the lights back on, but they didn’t respond to our text messages. Oh well, we still took this fun picture:
…and here’s some photos from past “Christmas in the Capital” dinners:
Okay, all those old pictures make me feel depressed for being old.
In more exciting news, the first ever “Awkward White Guy Christmas Rap” is dropping tomorrow.