"A few days"? My dear, I've been offline for *a few weeks*. Lord a-mighty. It's amazing how much reading one can get done sans Internet. I mean, when you're not having withdrawal seizures.
Many thanks once again, of course, for the invite, the food, the sociability, the *presence of people at a Thanksgiving dinner who aren't my family*, and, once again, the food. Damned good unorthodox Thanksgiving fare. Beat the heck outta the usual boring stuff. Of course, by 2:30 AM, as I headed out, I got hungry again, and not having anything back at my house in the way of leftovers (I mean, I coulda molded a turkey out of peanut butter and saltines, but I believe the Pilgrims tried that their first year and it didn't work out), I wound up at a White Castle, the only place open that late on Thanksgiving . . . um . . . whatever the reverse of "eve" is (the day after). Which I believe is what the Pilgrims ate at their second Thanksgiving. As soon as those poor dumb Anglo honkies set foot on north American soil, I don't care how silly or seventeenth-century they looked, hamburger joints and bowling alleys were not far behind.
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Date: 2005-12-01 12:11 am (UTC)Many thanks once again, of course, for the invite, the food, the sociability, the *presence of people at a Thanksgiving dinner who aren't my family*, and, once again, the food. Damned good unorthodox Thanksgiving fare. Beat the heck outta the usual boring stuff. Of course, by 2:30 AM, as I headed out, I got hungry again, and not having anything back at my house in the way of leftovers (I mean, I coulda molded a turkey out of peanut butter and saltines, but I believe the Pilgrims tried that their first year and it didn't work out), I wound up at a White Castle, the only place open that late on Thanksgiving . . . um . . . whatever the reverse of "eve" is (the day after). Which I believe is what the Pilgrims ate at their second Thanksgiving. As soon as those poor dumb Anglo honkies set foot on north American soil, I don't care how silly or seventeenth-century they looked, hamburger joints and bowling alleys were not far behind.