[ In line with Julie being excellent at throwing parties, she is also an extremely talented gift-giver. She enjoys coming up with and distributing gifts only slightly less than she enjoys receiving them (she really enjoys receiving them). And though she is from a family of neglectful, white trash alcoholics, they have Midwestern manners ingrained deep. At Christmas, you give everyone around you a gift, that's simply how it is. If you can't afford gifts, you make them. If you can't make them, you write a card and do a favor.
In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
Come Christmas morning, a large wicker hamper appears on Sam's front porch. Inside is everything necessary for the most excellent dad barbecuing of one's life, minus only the grill and the meat. There are tools, a monogrammed brand and cutting board (every steak can now read SAM), sauces, rubs, and a single, very large bottle of the most iconic KC BBQ sauce Julie can think of.
On top of the hamper is a folded piece of paper.
Sorry to your grandma, but KC style all the way, baby. Merry Christmas. - Julie
[ julie is excellent at quite a few things, none of which sam finds he is surprised to learn. gift-giving falls hand in hand with hosting, as far as he's concerned, and julie is just a step above the rest in both. plus, she falls directly into the feeling sam carries with him into this christmas-y time - gifts, or acts of service. and while sam finds himself hosting a dinner rather than worrying about buying anything this time around, the present left on his porch does not go unnoticed (as if julie could ever go unnoticed in anything).
his present in return is late - but only by a day or so (who doesn't love December 27th gifts?). right inside the door to her warehouse will be a gift, wrapped with all the care and focus of someone whose mom definitely conscripted him into helping wrap. inside will be DVDs, approximately thirty of them, of all types and genres, as well as one of ye old blockbuster movienight popcorn kits, a bottle of vodka and a bottle of tequila, and a pair of matching fuzzy slippers.
the note on the present in sam's same scrawl is a note for her as well.
what my nana doesn't know won't hurt her but i'm gonna force you to come over and test it out to make sure it's right. just like i'm inviting myself over whenever you get into this one.
merry christmas, julie. stay safe and i'll see you for nye.
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In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
Come Christmas morning, a large wicker hamper appears on Sam's front porch. Inside is everything necessary for the most excellent dad barbecuing of one's life, minus only the grill and the meat. There are tools, a monogrammed brand and cutting board (every steak can now read SAM), sauces, rubs, and a single, very large bottle of the most iconic KC BBQ sauce Julie can think of.
On top of the hamper is a folded piece of paper.
Sorry to your grandma, but KC style all the way, baby.
Merry Christmas.
- Julie
PS: Godfather II for NYE? ]
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his present in return is late - but only by a day or so (who doesn't love December 27th gifts?). right inside the door to her warehouse will be a gift, wrapped with all the care and focus of someone whose mom definitely conscripted him into helping wrap. inside will be DVDs, approximately thirty of them, of all types and genres, as well as one of ye old blockbuster movienight popcorn kits, a bottle of vodka and a bottle of tequila, and a pair of matching fuzzy slippers.
the note on the present in sam's same scrawl is a note for her as well.
what my nana doesn't know won't hurt her
but i'm gonna force you to come over and test it out to make sure it's right.
just like i'm inviting myself over whenever you get into this one.
merry christmas, julie. stay safe and i'll see you for nye.
- sam ]