This weekend was long and awesome. Im properly exhausted, though, and not in much shape to write a decent update, so I apologize in advance for what is to come. Im sure itll make very little sense.
First of all, the Eagles loss was a loss. No pride in it regardless of who was playing. The fact that we were fighting to get above .500 was shameful enough – coupling that with our brilliant come-from-ahead losing technique was flat humiliating. Id hate the Eagles for being so shitty if I didnt love them regardless of their shittiness.
Damn Eagles.
Thanksgiving Dinner was a success, I think. We sat 16 people, and ended up feeding 22 or 24. We went through 20 bottles of wine and 2 15-pound turkeys, but nowhere near all of my applesauce. I made enough applesauce to feed a small army. It was worth it, too – now I have applesauce to spare. Special props go to Emily (who made three apple pies) and Andrew (who made the Green Bean Bake mostly and was sous-chef extraordinaire), and Mom, who made breads and potatoes, and also pitched in financially. That part was above and beyond. Im also proud of my dispose-all, whose efforts almost cost him his life, but I resuscitated him and he made it through all of the shredding of all of the food I could possibly imagine throwing down his gullet. We also ate at the stroke of 3 oclock, our goal-time, and Id like to think that my dad would be especially proud of that one.
So yeah, good turkey.
Having Drew here was awesome, even though it was a short visit. We managed to go out some and have fun, and even to go outside for a little while. If I had any pull with nano-techs at UCLA, I’d be pulling really hard. I’m thinking about going over and making a general nuisance of myself, actually, if only because all publicity is good publicity,you know?
Mom and Rod made it out here briefly, which was also cool – they even treated Drew and me to breakfast at the Neighbor before heading back to Sin City.
Saturday, I got to see Emilys studio space and to wander around where she works for a little while. Then I took Drew to the airport, picked up keys from a reluctant Athena, saw HITMAN at the Howard Hughes theater, picked up Melissa (who works with Pris), got a car charger for my Centro, and then picked up Casey. I pretty much lived by the airport Saturday afternoon – it was cool. HITMAN was also better than I thought it would be. Nothing special, but a nice surprise nonetheless.
Yesterday, Casey and I put up some Christmas lights in the bedroom, then while the Eagles were losing, I put up some Christmas lights in the dining room. Now we need a little tree and a lot of garland to cover up the ugliness of the lights, and well be in the Christmas Spirit. And I guess I should burn a christmas CD or two. Someday Ill transfer my moms records to MP3. Someday.
Okay, thats e-goddamn-nough of this nonsense on Becca’s birthday. Im off to do a little editing and hopefully have something to show for it soon. Happy Monday night!
