I received two gifts today, courtesy of "Secret Santa" at work. Neither was really a secret, though, and both contained consumables, thereby making the challenge more challenging.
First I received what may be one of my all-time favorite Secret Santa gifts: a collection of mini-bottles of booze.
Just thinking about them makes me smile.
For starters, I kind of associate them with my current work place because everyone seemed to have them at the company party last year. Nothing says "company party" like drinking Goldschlager out of a mini-bottle in the women's restroom, right?
Second, some of my first experiences with liquor involved draining my parents' stash of mini-bottles, aka "airplane bottles." Sorry, Mom and Dad.
Third, last year Eric and I learned that you can take alcohol on Amtrak trains (!) and mini-bottles are a great way to go. Lots of variety! Thanks to Vicki and Carl, my mother-in-law's friends, who showed us the way. That was a great morning ride to Chicago. :)
Seeing as we are planning another Amtrak trip this spring, I'm excited to be gifted supplies for the ride. :)
Then as I was leaving, my friend Sam informed me she'd left a gift for me in the back seat of her car. I almost didn't take it, because...
Not because I'm a jerk, but because traffic in the parking lot was CRAZY. People are nuts the week of Christmas, as you know, and our parking lot was truly a parking lot, with no moving cars, for two hours before I left work. And I had a hair appointment coming up, 40 minutes away with no traffic, and if you color your gray hair you know how important it is to not miss those appointments.
So when I left work and the traffic was half what it had been only minutes before, I admit I was very tempted to just go. So I compromised. I rolled my car into the empty spot in front of my original parking spot, which would allow me to pull right out if nothing changed, ran to Sam's car, secured my gift, and - miraculously- was on my way as if I'd never left my car. Clearly it was meant to be.
It still took me over an hour to get to my appointment, but that's okay because my hair is once again a "natural" shade of brown and not the two-tone, red-tinged, mutant monstrosity it is hell-bent on becoming.
So as soon as I got home I opened my gift from Sam, which contained, along with amazing homemade foodstuffs including a single muffin that almost started a fight, a (hand-crocheted?) dishcloth and a dish towel. And, in separate wrapping with only my name on the tag which means it's just mine and (unlike the muffin) Eric can't touch it, an awesome blank journal.
It probably goes without saying that I'm not getting rid of booze or food just because I received some as a gift, because to do that would be silly. So, I'm getting rid of a few booze-related things I don't need: a cocktail shaker missing the top, two logo-ed Irish cream glasses, and a single-serving wine carafe. Who drinks one serving of wine?
And then I threw in three ratty dishtowels and a book.
Let me know if you want any of it, except the dishtowels, which are going in the rag bin.