I had this idea for the twelve days (given his birthday is on the twelfth) while I was down in the Dominican Republic and I thought I had enough ideas that I could round out the rest. Yeah, well, there's always a weak link in a plan and that was mine. First, I should have written them all down so I knew what I was doing and when and THEN worked around the thin spots. Second, never, EVER count on "we ship immediately and you will receive within 5-7 business days", because, if you count on that, it ain't happening. But, I perservered an YES...I made it to all 12 days. Yeah, you can call some of the gifts "lame" or a stretch, but there was something. Also, the Chrisapalooza notes are to be done to the cadence of the 12 days of Christmas. I should get extra points for that.
Day one started out simple. His favorite candy (and he's not a sweet guy): 50 Reeses Peanutbutter Cups.
Day two was a bit of a stretch. I went with a Captain America (as memory served*, popular in the 1950s).
Day three was the movie 50/50, which we haven't seen, although a comedy about a guy dying might seem a little perverse, that's how we roll.
Day four was a 50 minute massage. Yeah, I know people who know people.
Day five was fifty brussel sprouts. Yeah, I know, that might seem lame, but he loves them and I rarely make them (HOWEVAH...I happened to find a recipe for them roasted with bacon and toasted pecans in a maple/balsamic vinegar glaze....YUM).
Day six (and only halfway there...surely you grasp that this was no easy task by now) was 50 minutes at an indoor (HELLO? It's MN. It's WINTER) golf range.
Day seven I proved my purchasing prowess by setting a goal of not spending more than $50. And for that $50 I was able to procure 5 new sweaters for casual wear that he can pair with his new "boy jeans". LOVE Macy's and Herbergers clearance racks. Just sayin'.
Day eight had me doing the scramble. Because that gift I had ordered from online with "assurance" it would be there in time, wasn't. So, recalling a recent conversation regarding the "best coney island dogs EVAH" and the friends who suggested that we add this to our bucket list, and the opportunity to add it and cross it off in one swell foop...well, that was a no brainer.
THIS was the bonus though...like coming home.
And yes. They were the "Best Fu@kin' Coney Island's in Town".
Day nine involved a trip to the meat counter, some stunned looks on butcher's faces, the "a--ha" moment when they GOT what I wanted. A cut to order 50 oz piece of top sirloin. Oh, they delivered.
We wrapped up Day nine and Day five in one evening.
Day ten was a "want" and I couldn't figure out how to relate it to 50. So I didn't. He wanted a running watch. Ask and ye shall receive.
Day eleven involved some clandestine phone calls to the in-laws in search of pictures from his first 25 years. I was able to come up with the last 25 years. They delivered. And I delivered. 50 years of pictures of HIM. (And I'll be honest...I think this is THE BEST one because, at least for the last 25 or so, I managed to hit most of the highlights of those years. Marriage, kids, vacations, things he LOVES to do, boating...)
And finally, Day twelve. The big one.
You are welcome to count, but yes, there are 50 bottles of wine there. Many we've had, many are new. I don't expect they'll last very long. But that's what there here for, right?
We finished off Chrisapalooza by attending the All Night Grad Party's Wine Tasting, which was a fitting end.
Seriously though, I'm spent. That was WAY more difficult than I envisioned it would be (as I was sitting on a beach in DR drinking my rum and coke). I'm glad I pulled it off though. Ideas are always the easy part, it's the follow-through that is work.
*memory=that of someone who wasn't there then, nor had any interest until the movie Avengers, probably isn't the most reliable. So you can call it a stretch. I did.