We Bought a tree, so hard

Have you ever been out with the guys and just decided to randomly do something? Maybe a fun thought popped in your head and you pursued it. In fact, it’s in the “Bro Code”: “Article 3: A bro is entitled to do something stupid as long as his other bros agree.”

Well, this is exactly what we did last week: an awesome act of spontaneity. And it all started with an ordinary lunch trip to Chick-fil-A….

Going to Chick-fil-A was nothing new for us since we go there quiet frequently during lunch. (On a side note, Chic-fil-A is awesome. I mean seriously, have you tried their sandwiches? And there sauces! Oh my gosh!) Anyway, on the way home from Chick-fil-A, we happened to drive past a Christmas tree lot. Driving past the lot, Nick casually said “We should buy a tree guys,” not thinking we would actually buy a tree. Who would even want to pay for it?

Yet Nick did not know that David and I don’t joke around about our Christmas trees. I immediately pulled off the road and and headed straight for the Christmas tree lot. David and I exited the car with glee as if we were children on Christmas morning. We went straight to the back of the lot, where all the smaller trees were, because we obviously could not afford a 9-foot Noble Fir.

Instantly, we found the perfect one. It looked like it came straight from the Charlie Brown Christmas. It stood, barely 4 feet tall, perfectly shaped, and flat-out adorable. David and I wasted no time in buying the tree and even threw in a bottle of some fluid to keep the tree fresh.

We came back to the car proud — this whole time Nick was still in the car. Nick warmed up to the idea though and eventually embraced our little baby tree that was dubbed “Sierra-Beyonce-Christmas-Hanukkah.”

However, our glee was slightly deflated once we realized that we had to fit a 4-foot tree in a very tiny Saturn. But we persevered and found a way! Even though David was not happy that the tree was suffocating him in the back seat on the way home, we did make it home. We came back to the school prouder than ever, ready to set up  our new Christmas tree in the journalism lab.

So that’s how it ended. Sierra-Beyonce-Christmas-Hanukkah still stands proud in our journalism lab, glistening, giving off rays of Christmas spirit for all of our writers to feel.

That’s the story: a true Christmas act of spontaneity. Also, David would like to add that the tree was technically “bought” by him, meaning that he “paid” for it. Yet the idea came from Nick, and I transported the tree and have already paid David $1 for the tree (yes, I plan on paying him more). That’s what we like to call team work.