I Feel It In My Fingers....I Feel It In My Toes

Christmas time is my favorite time of the year. Some might say that is a little weird for a Jew to so insanely love Christmas, but hey, I can't help getting excited about watching Love Actually 15 times, rocking a santa hat, reindeer ears, and my fabulous christmas tree pants (purchased for me because of this holiday love by my favorite twins), and listening to happy cheery music all day long. Besides changing my ringtone to "Christmas is all Around" and laughing daily about the genius that is Billy Mack, having a holiday power hour is a tradition in my friend group that my classmates and I upheld last weekend. With friends dressed in ugly holiday sweaters, wrapped in wrapping paper, lighting up like a christmas light, and even wearing a dancing christmas tree hat, about 30 of us danced and sang holiday music and took that shot of beer every time the song changed (with Chanukah represented every 10 minutes of the 60). This was like my previous power hours...on steroids...complete with speakers, microphones, and infectious holiday cheer. It was one of those unforgettable nights that needs to be repeated...like...every year.

Following the power hour, as I am never one to turn down a new tradition, I participated in our class's "Secret Snowflake" activity. This concept, started at Stanford, is similar to Secret Santa, except that in order to get a gift, you have to earn it by completing tasks assigned to you by your snowflake. First, you pick a level of difficulty from 1-5 (at Stanford, 5 means nakedness so I was scared from going too high and stuck with a solid 2) and agree to do whatever you are assigned. Then, you are assigned tasks to complete, which leads to a shit show over dinner as you and your friends are cursing, dressed ridiculously, and even dancing.

These are the tasks I was assigned and the photos of me (face blacked out sorry!) completing them:
1) Task 1 (which I later learned was given to me by the organizer and NOT my actual snowflake): "Christmas time is usually a time of giving but it’s more interesting the other way around. What more fun is it to take it from your classmates. Your job is to over the course of dinner gather as many pieces of clothing as possible from your classmates and wear them yourself. Try to go for shirts or tops or even pants if you are ever so lucky. You cannot say why you need them, just that you do. Any other form of coercion is welcome. Act increasingly agitated if no one is giving any to you. Good luck!"


After wearing about 5 jackets, 4 scarves, a white coat, earmuffs, and even my WAY TOO TALL FOR ME friend's crutches, I was about 100 degrees and felt very much like both Joey in the episode of Friends where he steals all of Chandler's clothes and says "I'm Chandler, Could I BE wearing any more clothes?", and the classic Chris Farley: "Fat Guy In A Little Coat"...as each layer made putting on another jacket more and more challenging until finally I wore them in the front and draped over my back.

2) Task 2: "Dress up in the most obnoxious orange and blue Gator gear you own. Slowly recite the following Nicki Minaj 'Baddest Bitch' lyrics. No smiling or laughing allowed.

"Been around the world, I still can't find. Another girl that can steal my shine. 

I've had my highs, I've had my lows  But you can't tell me that I am not the baddest bitch.
(This verse 2x)
I'm the baddest bitch. The mistress I'm the baddest bitch. 
I'm the baddest bitch.Trick-trick-trick please I'm the baddest bitch." 

Even though I was told to "rap" this to music by my friends, and to be honest I have no idea what "trick trick trick" means, I stood up on the table and recited it like a poem. All I can say to the fact that I not only own this much gator clothing, but I also brought it all up to school with me is.....Go Gators!...especially as our new coach ushers in a new era in Florida Football. CHOMP.

Besides the ridiculousness that was my level 2 (keep in mind I probably upped the anty as I am just like that as a person), I had a classmate dress like a holiday Asparagus (her halloween costume) meets bird and organize a photo booth at dinner for people to take pictures with her (below is a picture of me with her, looking like I am begging for food on the bench she is using for photos).

I had another classmate do the entire dance from the movie SuperStar (complete with a flash of the bloomers), dressed like a Catholic school girl (http://kano1014.xanga.com/videos/e6920783091).  And, what about my own Snowflake's Assignment?!?!?? 

Let's just say my class listserve received a "blast" over e-mail containing hilarious stalker-type photos of our classmates doing funny things (ie. a guy studying breast anatomy looking at pictures in the anatomy book) and hilarious descriptions of what their actions could mean. 

Who is she? That's a secret I'll never tell (especially because it is probably getting continued for a while). 

You Know You Love Me

 XOXO