Betsy: Holiday Happenings and G is 3 months old

On Sunday evening Mom and I attended our first Nordstrom Christmas party. They kept the store open for cardholders from 6:30-whenever people sober up and stop spending.

It was cray-cray.

Jane and I formulated our plan of attack. We entered on the 2nd floor, grabbed our first St. Germain raspberry champagne cocktails, and headed straight to the handbag department. Mom has extensive holiday shopping experience. Back in 1989, Mom and her friend Suzanne fought back some serious crowds at the local Kmart to procure the latest Batman figures for their sons. Mom is 6 feet, Suzanne is probably 5'3". Needless to say, Jane went high, Suzanne went low, and they reunited under a round clothing carousel. They compared their wares and then set out to barter with fellow shoppers. As Mom tells it, she said things like "I've got two Robins, I'll trade one for your Joker."

She's no rookie.

We learned that the Nordstrom party is a tad different from Kmart of 1989.

Basically, the shoppers have loads of moolah and get DRUNK.

We walked in and encountered this va-va-vavoom lady-

So, naturally, this happened.

Hey lady, let my mom get a picture with you, mmkay?

Mom was driving, G was home in bed under her father's watchful eye, so I decided that a cocktail or 5 wouldn't hurt.

Things were going swimmingly, especially as I eyed Valentino purses while stuffing my face with peanut butter cake balls served from a silver platter.

We discovered the cupcake tower of bliss.

We each had 3, I think.

That cupcake girl clearly was unprepared for our level of unabashed gluttony.

Things went awry as I skittled through the cosmetics department back to the bar for another cocktail.

I hit a puddle of champagne on the floor and about went down in front of le Bobbi Brown counter.

I quickly regained my footing and screamed out, "There's champagne on this floor. Watch out!!!!"

It was similar to my donkey kick proclamation of '87.

Super embarrassing, but not fatal.

When we weren't hearing lovely Christmas music, the sound of shattering champage flutes, beer bottles and wine glasses filled the air. People apparently break things when they drink too much. They also spill stuff.

I was nearly the victim of such debauchery. Then I would have been forced to file a personal injury claim against my beloved Nordstrom and hire my brother as my attorney.

Thank God it didn't come to that.

Genevieve is 3 months old on Friday.

I had pictures taken of the two of us as a Christmas surprise for Trinity. My friend Kathy from high school is a glorious photographer. I was so thrilled when I got them that

I gave them to him early.

Surprises aren't my bag.

I almost always spill the beans early.

I just got so damn excited, especially when Kathy swore she didn't have to photoshop out my grandpa nose hairs or mustache. They just weren't bad!

Score!