John Nagy '00 M.A. | Jan. 15, 2013 | Notre Dame Magazine
Among the unfinished business at my house as 2012 approached the runway for an emergency crash landing – what with the last-minute Christmas-shopping snafus and an overzealous bulk eggnog purchase for which we are still paying, financially and spiritually – was this: We hadn’t yet awarded The Stewie.
The Stewie is a borrowed idea, a gift from a college roommate, a simple annual ritual for better living. In its purest form, the family gathers around the dinner table for a festive meal, each person bringing a story to tell of the stupidest thing they did all year. Thus the name.