We’re in Vegas, so there should have been so much bling! But my bud said we’d do a low key Christmas. It was so low key we did our gift exchange in a room with white walls and a white desk.
Still I was in a festive mood and I was a pretty generous bear this year. Santa Sumi went to* town*! I made sure my bud had some sweet presents.
And my bud didn’t disappoint. He got me a raptor.
And I got to try on some mittens.
There was even a calendar made with my face on it.
It’ll do for this year being a low key Christmas. But there still should have been more bling.
Word must have gotten out on the street about my home being some sort of bear haven.
Today marked the arrival of not one, but 4 more bears.
WHAT ARE FOUR EXTRA BEARS DOING IN THIS HOUSE???
This house is only big enough for one bear. ME.
I don’t like where this is going. I don’t need extra bears around. I liked being the biggest bear on the block.
Hmm. Then again, the big fluffy one is kind of cuddly. Maybe he’s not so bad. Ok you can stay, and I shall name you Blanket. And you shall not game, but you shall tuck me in and keep me warm at night.
With my bear box decimated from the Big Ass TV purchase, I wasn’t able to finance a Big Ass Tree this year. So at first I was worried it wouldn’t really be that festive.
But then a package arrived. Happy Holidays, the box said.
Triple Chocolate Cookies! Double Fudge! This must be the first of many Christmas presents for me! Oh Christmas! I can’t wait!! I got so excited I dove right into the box.
I like blowing things up – usually in games. But given that our backyard comprised a barren rocky landscape studded by dead tree trunks I wasn’t that opposed to blowing it up.
Except there would probably be some noise ordinance issues we’d run into, and I’m kind of liking where we live.
So instead I told my bud to buy a pick axe and take it out on the tree trunks.
And here we are uprooting all them tree trunks.
Begone! Tree trunks! I banish thee from my backyard!
For as long as I can remember I’d been saving money for my TV. Not just any TV. A big one. At the time, Nicholas only had a 42" TV, and I told him we needed to do way better than that. I wanted an 80" TV. This bear has big gaming needs. Needs that can only be fulfilled by a Big Ass TV.
Turns out a Big Ass 80" TV takes a really long time to save for, and I wasn’t getting anywhere close anytime soon despite diligent and vigilant watching over my bud’s wallet for the presence of dollar bills.
Well we were browsing Best Buy one day and my bud jokingly said “I wonder how much projectors cost instead.” Turns out they were much cheaper than 80" TVs! This is it! My Big Ass screen opportunity!
So we ran into the room, we pulled out my bear box and I started counting bills. Oh yeah. We have enough!
“Get thee a TV for me,” I commanded.
And then a package arrived. My projector!
And then another. Actually it arrived to FedEx but I was impatient and I made my bud go and get it despite the package being oversized and not actually fitting in the car and all. My screen!
Oh yeah, Big Ass TV gaming and moving watching action is about to start. Move over bear bud. I’m getting comfortable for my moving watching marathon. Forget about 80" TV screens. This Bear got 125" !!
That was a lot of work. And we had to do it all in 48 hours.
Which meant tile demolition way early into the AM.
Thankfully we had nice neighbours who brought us chocolate and coffee to help us stay awake for the job. Chocolates! Smart neighbours! I like them already.
Off the boat and on a truck we went. Time to move to our new home in Las Vegas! Since we moved into a fixer home, I guess there will be a lot of ripping things out and putting things back together again. I can do that. I’m good at being a foreman bear. Nicholas, pick up the pickaxe! Let’s rip some stuff up!!
Hmm…maybe we’re going to need to wait out the storm first. This looks like some really wet weather.
Another day in Boston, another day of sightseeing. Eventually we made our way to the Boston Public Gardens.
I’m no princess bear but I certainly won’t turn down a swan boat ride.
Then we made our way to the Make Way for the Ducklings sculpture. Apparently my bud sat on these ducks when he was a little bud. So we recreated the moment.
The things I do to bond with my bud.
It was cool. Actually I liked it.
I was in such good spirits I even agreed to go into a museum where I made Nicholas sign me into the guestbook. After all I was a guest too.
I’ve got fur. And a toque. Plus a tunic. So I’m cool. And my bud can borrow a big coat to stay warm. Or try to, at least.
So we got in, and all was well until I sauntered up to the counter and tried to order the obvious - hot cocoa.
Turns out that’s not on the menu. They only serve cold drinks. How on earth is there an ice bar with no hot cocoa? Blasphemy. At least the girl at the counter was nice enough.
And at least I can say I’ve been to an ice bar in Boston.
Today Uncle Charlie took us to the Waterworks Museum. It’s now mostly swanky condos for the wealthy (aka the future yours truly) but they did preserve part of the old water utility building as a museum. They had some pretty cool architecture in there. I dug it.
My favourite part was where a sunbeam shone through the window and bathed me in light. That’s right, bask in the glory of the presence of me.
