Firstly, this month is exactly like deja vu. It's exactly like last year, where I got sick and couldn't run. But then I lost about 10 pounds which made me a better runner when I went back. And I got behind on everything, but because I was sick and homebound I got a lot of things organized and clean. And then I freaked out that I was getting a slow start to the year. And then I went on and had an amazingly, over-full, adventure-filled year. I'm hoping it all works out the same.
Anyway, let's get deep.
So, you may remember that back before the holiday there was this entry, complete with comment thread. And at the end of the comment thread it was suggested that I wake up on Christmas morning and really give some thought to whether I'm happy or not, and what I want, and what I miss. And because I believe that nothing is coincidental in the world, I figured it was pretty important that I do that.
So, you know, because I'm overly analytical -- often to the point of detriment -- I broke this down into three actual things. Was I happy. What did I Want. Who Did I Miss.
Who Did I Miss You know, oddly, I didn't wake up missing anybody. But that may be because I had seen so many of the people who matter the most to me during the month of December. I had actually thought that I would wake up and miss some people. Some friendships that I had had to let grow of during the year. A couple of relationships that had ended, and not necessarily with rainbows and puppies. And maybe the fact that I didn't miss anybody was circumstantial that I'd spent the last three nights in houses full of people I love in a place that I love, and a couple of hours later my family was going to get there. Okay, I actually did miss my cousin Di desperately, but that's an anomaly and sometimes people have to miss holidays. But then there's the flip side. That if I hadn't been there for Christmas. And if I hadn't had the schedule flexibility and financial resources to basically spend a month traveling for the holiday gauntlet before the holiday, then I would have been missing people and places desperately. And that's part of the reason that a LAX/FAX holiday may be better for me. Take away my ability to make the holidays about being with ALL the people I love (or, you know, many and most of them) and I do get sad. I am not equipped to have that very special couple of months taken away from me. But that's also an issue with me and relationships in general. I am not designed to give ALL of myself to any one person. I am designed to have lots and lots of touchpoints. So I can really only function with somebody who can give me that ability without making me feel guilty or trapped. But anyway, missing people? I didn't feel it. That's a good thing.
Was I Happy? Yes. I was happy. If I had been unhappy after coming off of such an amazing, adventurous, loving, blessed, experience full year, then there probably would have been no hope for me. Also, though, maybe not the best situation to ask me in, because I'm awfully reflective during the holidays. So if you look at the year I had, and then think about the fact that I would have been reflecting on how lucky I'd been that year, then it would be insane that I didn't wake up happy. And I was happy all day. It was a happy Christmas.
What Did I Want? Okay, here's the curve ball.
I kept thinking that I wished I had a baby.
Yep. That's the thought that kept coming to my head. And maybe it was because I had spent time with Tyler and Cienna and Justin right before the holidays, and they are all charming and engaging children. But I kept thinking that it was time for me to be giving a child Christmas and starting to weave that fabric, which is a much differently colored fabric than the one I'm weaving now.
WHICH IS CRAZY.
It's crazy because I just got done telling you that I woke up happy and complete and full BECAUSE I was able to live my life the way I lived it last year. Which I could not have done with a baby. My parents weren't running off to Africa and Greece AFTER they had me. Nobody was living some kind of flexible, adventure seeking life AFTER they had me. And I know, I know, the parents out there will tell me that it's a different kind of adventure. And that the fulfillment of having your own family is a greater reward. And they're probably right. But I just got done figuring out how to live in a way that makes me feel happy and complete. WHY ON EARTH WOULD I SHAKE THAT UP?
So, we are back to the one constant with me. I want conflicting things at all times. Awesome!
Holidays Chapter 2: "Are you going to take your bag out of your hood?"
So, after girly, girly night (which, in case you missed it because it was back-dated, is here), it was holiday gauntlet running through the rest of LA. All of which was fantastically fun.
This is not where it gets interesting ... The day started with brunch with Shimmy at our most favorite bad for you diner in Long Beach. The place where they double stuff potatoes for breakfast and, after serving you a plate of food big enough for three people, then slap down an order of French Toast with cream cheese stuffed inside to top it off. The coffee there is terrible, but it's worth it. We are full ... well ... overfull when we leave.
This is not where it gets interesting ... Next stop, Shadalan's for an annual card reading. She has a lovely new place that looks out over the ocean. Very peaceful. And also, very insightful.
This is not where it gets interesting ... Then, Santa Monica for the most reasonably priced fantastic Italian meal I've had in months. Dinner is with Darren and Brooke and they are possibly the single most charming couple you will ever meet. And then Joe and Helen showed up for dessert. And I was a happy girl.
This is where it got interesting ... And then I drove to Topenga Canyon. Listen, I'm absolutely getting the bad drunk driving habit out of my system in 2008. No more scenes where shamus and RJ have to yell at me in a parking garage to get me to give them my keys. No more DUIs. And certainly no more of this driving to Topenga Canyon after getting loaded up on my arch nemisis red wine. But I drove to Topenga Canyon to see J-Flo and K-Flo and Justin nonetheless. And when I got there, I got confused about where to park, so I ended up parking almost two blocks away. But J-Flo is waiting outside for me because he'd already fielded a couple of my lost and drunken phone calls that night. So he sees me park two blocks away and rolls his eyes and starts to walk toward me to retrieve me. And while he is doing that, he is treated to this scene:
I have become confused about which buttons on my car remote pop the hood of my car versus the trunk of my car. And I am repeatedly popping the hood of my car, and then looking at the hood. And then looking a the trunk. And then shutting the hood. And then repeating the process. And when J-Flo gets down to the car, he is already snotting and laughing. And I look at him, lost, and say, "I can't figure out how to open my trunk. I think I'm going to have to put the back seats down and drag my bags out from the back seat."
And somewhere between snorting out beer and sitting down on the ground because he is laughing so hard, J-Flo says, "Why don't you just put the KEY into the trunk?"
DUH.
After looking at him blankly for a moment, I suddenly realize that I am a drunken idiot. And open my trunk. Like a moron. I haven't lived this one down yet. I doubt that I will any time soon.
J-Flo and K-Flo are a great team with their son, Ju-Flo. It's amazing to watch. I had the most amazing time falling asleep on their couch while drinking wine and eating Cheetohs. I love them. I wish we lived closer. Though, I still get physically ill when I think about how much food J-Flo was able to put down at IHOP the next morning. That's not even right, ya'll. I want to be a part of their team! Just not a part of their IHOP eating team.
Finally, the last stop is Charles and Luci's. As if IHOP weren't enough, when I get to Charles and Luci's, I find that we are having MEAT for lunch. MEAT on the grill. And wine. Let me tell you how I stuffed it down. Not pretty. I may have gained 10 pounds in the weekend alone. And then there were video games and pictures and all kinds of fun things.
LA gauntlet was spectacular. It was like a real Christmas but with sunshine. And then, I headed to PA and things got REALLY crazy ...
1. I found out that I was actually conceived in Africa. SO MUCH IS CLEAR NOW. I'm just being called back to my homeland. Hold your jokes.
2. Jonathan Cainer told me that in 2008 I MUST focus on my spiritual calling and my place in the evolution of mankind. He pretty much said it just like that, too.
3. My Jesus-loving neighbors (I mean that in the nice way) gave me a 90 minute lecture on Armageddon. It's here, you know. Matchbox 20 is evidence of this.
I mean, you can put the pieces together and figure out that this is all set up for an AWESOME 2008. Can you barely wait? I can barely wait.
Yet, despite my apparent impending spiritual quest, that didn't stop this from happening this holiday:
Holidays - Chapter 1: "Not a Single Cookie Was Decorated": Holidays are Always Best When They Start in LA
And so, the first run on the holiday gauntlet was to LA. I suppose, though, for the record that it all depends on how you define "holiday gauntlet" since the argument could be made that the holiday gauntlet had started over Thanksgiving in San Francisco, or the weekend after in Austin. Both of those events included binge drinking and eye-rolling moments, so who knows.
The first thing that is supposed to happen during LA Holiday is a cookie decorating party at Shimmy's. The idea being that we would make casseroles (put that holiday weight on early, please), drink cocktails and decorate cookies while enjoying girl holiday time.
The problem, however, is in the order that we did things. Rather than decorate cookies while cooking and drinking, we proceeded to have two to three cocktails a piece before cookies were ever mentioned. Wanna know something? At the end of the night not a single cookie had even been touched.
We ate FOUR kinds of casserole.
We had many, many cocktails. KALM wore this:
LaurieG got a fart fan for Christmas, took an unusually hot picture with it and then later REALLY needed it:
And then, various things happened. We both opened gifts and went through items from each other's closets that we were getting rid of. It was like our own personal garage sale. Here are a couple of pictures of happy gift girls:
Then, Shadee told a story about how she had gone to Trader Joe's and gotten distracted by a cute boy and then proceeded to trip on her own heel and nearly fall over while almost taking down an entire wine display with her. She was very animated. And these are our real lives.
Then, we danced. We danced like hookers even though we did not look like hookers because we were all wearing pajamas. Here are some pictures.
Then, we decided to try to watch "Two Girls, One Cup." If you're not familiar, this is a HORRID, NASTY porn video that's circulating the internet. It's painful. I mean, in fairness, we'd been watching YouTube clips for a while, and somebody brought up "Two Girls, One Cup" and we were all like "let's check it out!" IT WAS SO DISGUSTING WE COULD NOT EVEN WATCH IT. These photos are priceless, yes they are. If you look at them, you will see that we could not even keep our faces towards the screen. We couldn't even watch. I mean, except, apparently, for ONE PERSON. If you look at the photos, you will see that three of us are all turning away from the screen and ONE PERSON seems to be captivated and drawn to the screen in all pictures. That is all.
And then we passed out. Oh yes, you may have imagined that this rager ran all night, but you would be wrong. Here's photographic evidence that the majority of the party girls passed out before it was even midnight. Ha.
So, to review, our girlie night had everything you could hope for in your fantasies:
1. That I am currently too tired to write about LA, but I have airport time today, so that will probably happen then. It was amazing in ways that only those involved can understand. I swear I'll write about it before I get trapped in holiday rush.
2. That even if I haven't watched a single episode of the season, I will cry like a baby during the season finale of The Biggest Loser and that you cannot deny that Jillian Michaels is a bad ass.
3. That I make some bad ass peanut brittle.
4. That I love acronyms and have added FAX to SMOS, and that as evidenced below, random comments from strangers who may or may not have helped develop FAX can cause me to go into existential spiral for an entire strain of blog comments. AWESOME.
5. That I am so not my organized self during the holidays that it's almost midnight the night before I'm leaving for home and I'm not packed and convinced that I'm getting up at 7 to do that. Bets, please?
6. That sometimes your ex-husband still knows you better than anybody, as evidenced by the fact that I got a musical Christmas card today that plays the Linus speech about the meaning of Christmas when you open it.
7. That this quote from season four of Northern Exposure, said by One Who Waits during Ed's quest to find his father, is good:
"Some think that time is a wheel that just keeps on turning, in which case your moment will surely come around again. And some think that time is a river, in which case your moment may have already floated by."
I think that time is a river.
8. That I am not okay when Janet Jackson sings a song with the words "Asian Persuasion."
I promise, LA stories and then the annual holiday wish list all this week!
You Know, Because Some People Enjoy the "Thrill" of a Relationship More Than Others
Him So this is the first Christmas in 10 years that I'll be single.
Me You know, pretty much me, too. I actually know a lot of people where this is the first holiday in about a decade where they've been single for the holiday. I'm thinking of forming a club.
Him We could call it LAX: Losers at Xmas.
Me WHAT are you talking about? More like FAX: Free at Xmas. I think we're viewing this differently.
Come join us for LAX/FAX. It's all in what you want.
Remember the time you lived on the hundredth floor of the high rise at Pitt and you wanted to steal the donkey from one of those plastic, light-up nativity sets in somebody's yard and then tell people to look up in the sky at your window at midnight to see your illuminated ass? And then remember how we were driving to the Uniontown Mall and we were headed up that steep hill in Brownsville that leads to the Dairy Queen and we saw one (a light-up ass in a light-up nativity set) in somebody's yard? And remember how I wanted to get out of the car and steal it and even made you pull the car over? And then you told me not to steal it because I'd upset Jesus, and then, even though you don't care so much about upsetting Jesus (baby version or otherwise) your conscious took over and you still wouldn't let me rip the ass off because stealing from somebody's nativity set was just wrong? That's because you're a much better person than I am. That's why you're mom's favorite. It's cool.
But I don't think that I care that you're a much better person than I am, because I make way more cash dollars than you do. And the only way that you're going to Hawaii next year is if I pay for your ass, SUCKA.
2. Confession #2: I am massively addicted to watching Run's House. If an episode comes on in the background, I shut down for hours.
3. Confession #3: I also watched the Oprah made for tv movie "One More Day" tonight - IN THE BACKGROUND.
4. Confession #4: I turned the Steelers game off in the third quarter, unable to watch any more.
5. Confession #5: I had a moment today when my place was torn apart with holiday wrapping and stressing where I felt very un-holiday-like.
6. Confession #6: It's 11:30pm on a Sunday and I'm drinking -- alone. (It's wine, folks, it's not the same. OKAY - it's really a martini. Same thing.)
7. Confession #7: I played a goddamn drinking game on Friday night. No, seriously, with plastic keg cups and all. No class.
8. Confession #8: I went to the MALL today. Embarrassing.
9. Confession #9: I am currently reading goth trash. Shut up.
10. Confession #10: I cried during The Amazing Race tonight. (I then followed that up with "God. STUPID. Of course your relationship is in the trash. Have you never watched The Amazing Race" before? EVERYBODY breaks up after that show."
Good night, Gracie (that's the martini talking).
10b. "Coming Clean" is the title of a Hillary Duff song. I own that song.
FYI - I am too old to go to midnight movies on a school night. I am tired today. I am on cat nap number four and it's only noon. But you're going to ask me what I thought of The Golden Compass, aren't you? I mean, you know, I think it was as well as they could adapt that book to a movie. It was nice to see a lot of the fantasy characters and the armored bears come to life. But you know, when you love a book like I love that book, the movie is NEVER GOOD ENOUGH. But I do think it's worth seeing. It's short - only two hours. Nicole Kidman looks STUNNING in every shot and it better get an Oscar nod for costuming. It was worth feeling like ass today.
1. I Fall Somewhere Between....So Pookie sent me this link. I fall somewhere between "Lover Boy" and "Hunk Next Door." Yes, that's clearly a recipe for disaster. Apparently, I want a man who looks cool while washing his car in the driveway but also really, really, really needs me. In actuality, I want neither of those things.
2. Broken Social Scene - I've been listening to them a lot lately. I think that they are neither the "Lover Boy" or the "Hunk Next Door." That is all.
3. Holiday Check In - By the end of the weekend, unless you work for Pregame.com (in which case I am holding your stuff until right before your holiday party) or live in Pennsylvania, you will be DONE! Letters went out the day before yesterday. Everybody in San Francisco is finished. Everybody in LA is finished (more or less). By the end of the weekend, if I need to mail your package, you are finished. I feel, you know, pretty good. And tired. And a little broke!
4. Birthday Madrid Trip: Dear Lis,
How DO you do it? I am already stressed out about trying to keep everybody happy on this trip. Love, Jos
5. Remember When Pookie Had No Computer? How long ago that seems. Now, my day is a series of IM's from him that include links like the one above and endless YouTube videos. But I don't care, because he sent me this YouTube classic, which took a HORRIBLE day (yesterday) and turned it around for me:
There's so much good in this video: - The Clap Track that EVERYBODY does, even those seemingly random females - The look on Rick James' face after he obviously just snorted coke - The shirtless guitarist behind Eddie Murphy - The way Eddie Murphy consistently looks away from the camera because HE IS TAKING HIS MUSIC SERIOUSLY
And, the best part, as pointed out by Pook, is how Rick James rushes out and grabs a bass guitar during the last ten seconds of the song -- as though it is suddenly needed.
I love that people are asking, I LOVE PRESENTS. Awesome. But you know, I don't want to gripe but...I have had a link to my Amazon wish list right over there on the left side all this time.
I know. Nobody wants to buy me sports bras for the holidays, but it's what I need. That Jesus bracelet and Supernatural Season 2 are high on the list also. That is all.
1. Things That Happen Without My Brain Realizing It: This is something that actually happened this week. I stopped at 7-11 on the way home from the gym the other day to get some bottled water. I was on the phone at the time. On the phone, to the other person, I'm actually saying "I don't get it. I'm not running like training running, but I'm running hard and I'm running consistently, and I still feel like I'm putting on my annual holiday fat." And then I look down and realize that even as I'm talking, I'm taking Reese Cups out of the package and eating them before I even took them to the cash register. True story. When I get back from Texas on Monday it's going to be five straight days of running to matter what anybody says or does. For real.
2. Speaking of Texas: It's where I'm headed tomorrow through Sunday for Paul and Kari's wedding. Here is what I will say without saying much, and also making it clear that I am in no way talking about the bride and groom. You know what's amazing? It's amazing how when a large group of people are all friends and stay friends for a very long time, which is true of this particular group of college friends, things change yet they stay the same. By which I mean that drama changes targets. For example, there is a girl who is invited to the wedding whom I cannot stand. And there was some drama about to brunch or not to brunch, and I was IMing with another friend from the group who at one point really liked her. And he was all like, "Oh YEAH - that thing she did to person x at the Kolodny wedding? I refuse to be around her after that." And it was funny because it's the same story that did her in in my book, too. But at any given point in the decade long history of this group of friends, that attitude could have been about a dozen other people. Ah, the nature of life.
3. Holiday Check In! Do you love the holiday theme? You do, you know it. I feel like I'm in good shape with the holidays. I mean, sure, it's almost 11pm on the night before I leave for a trip and I'm not packed and need to give myself a manicure, but I feel like I'm in good shape. I almost don't know what to do with the extra time. Oh, wait. I'll do a Nature of Sand entry because there's one that's been dying to get out. I love this time of year.
4. Have You Seen This Kathy Griffen Special? It's so effing funny. There's this whole bit about how apparently all child molesters, if you watch To Catch a Predator, must LOVE iced tea. It's really, really funny. I love her so much.
5. But Where Is Your Blog? I know. Not so much with the updating. But it's busy time. I'll be better next week.
6. You can amuse yourself with a Friday playlist though. Here's what I'm listening to this week.
a. Mariah Carey: All I want for Christmas. Which is also my ring tone right now, though my ring tone if the remixed version with Little Bow Wow rapping about the holiday.
b. Sara Bareillis: Gravity: The whole album is good. It's not as good as the Alicia Keys album, but it's great. That "Love Song" song is great, too, but this is my favorite. "Set me free. Leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity."
c. Alicia Keys: The Thing About Love: And this, in my opinion, is the best track off of the new Alicia Keys album. Okay, maybe not musically, but lyrically, it's lovely Kind of Beatles reminiscent in some of the chords, actually.
d. Ingred Michaelson: The Way I Am: Let Go is actually my favorite song from her, but that albums been quite soothing this week.
e. Finger Eleven: Paralyzer: Don't laugh. "This club will probably be closed in three weeks. That would be cool by me." I love those dudes.
And so Thanksgiving was, as usual, fantastic. It was also, as usual, exhausting and full of cluster. But I am, as usual, very thankful for my wonderful friends and wonderful San Francisco ... and mimosas.
Wednesday, 7:30pm: A questionable call the evening before a three day gauntlet run in San Francisco is to have a dinner guest over. Right? Because then the things you are not doing between 7:00pm and around midnight or so include packing, sleeping or getting cat supplies ready. But dinner is lovely, and by the way there is a fantastic recipe in last month's Cooking Light for a holiday beef stew with Guinness and cranberry sauce. And it is amazing. And my dinner guest is the kind of super sweet dinner guest who shows up with flowers and wine and then offers to restore an antique picture of my grandmother that has some water damage, so that made me fine and content with not packing, sleeping or getting cat supplies ready in the evening.
Thursday, 4:30am: This is when you leave for the airport if you have a 6:00am flight on Thanksgiving morning. It sounds worse than it is in real life. I mean, it's early, but the airport is also peaceful. You're not battling crowds at check in or security or in the parking lots. You can grab a cup of coffee and sit and enjoy McCarrrean's free wireless. I mean, it's early. It means you haven't slept the night before, but it's got its benefits. That is all.
Thursday, 8:30am: This is when you arrive at Chez Halff and take a one hour nap, acting like that hour is going to make a difference.
Thursday, 9:30am: This is when you leave for Chez Kennelco. You were supposed to arrive by 10am, but you know that's hopeless. You say before you leave that no matter what time you get there, you are staying only for an hour because you need to nap before people come over for Thanksgiving dinner.
But then you get to Chez Kennelco, and you are having a wonderful time because Ken and Eleanor and their beautiful children are so lovely and so engaging. And it is sunny and warm outside and so Ken takes the kids out to play football and you get to spend your late morning sitting in the sun and watching kids toss a football in a perfectly manicured back yard on Thanksgiving day. And Eleanor is cooking in such a way that it is required that you pick fresh sage from her backyard garden, which somehow feels like the most appropriate Thanksgiving day chore altogether. And everybody has stories and it's warm in the kitchen and the kids are playing and it's all perfect. And you're a little bit jealous, except that you have to check yourself and remind yourself that your Thanksgiving is wonderful too. It's all good and perfect and delightful.
Thursday, 1:00pm-ish: Is when you arrive back at Chez Halff. You offer to help in the kitchen, and graciously Halff allows you to cut some brussel sprouts. But that is it! No working in kitchen de Halff. It's good that he, as he says, knows his limitations. Around 3ish, Rice, Michael and Ho show up.
And it's the best Thanksgiving in years.
Firstly, the food is amazing. The turkey is rubbed with sage and pancetta butter. Halff has made rich folk green bean casserole for me. There are pies, oh yes, there are pies.
And the company is spectacular. We laugh all night long. We play cards, which involves more laughing and the obvious realization that I can't count, as I'm the only one required to take notes to remember my score. Here is my favorite story of the night, as told by Michael:
"So I'm in the bank, and the teller is a cute girl, but, you know, I'm gay. And she and I are talking, and it's all like we like the same band and all, and we're both being friendly, you know? And so she says, 'Hey, that band is playing next week. We should go.' And I'm all like, 'Does she not realize that I'm gay?' But whatever. So I say, 'Sure. Can I bring my boyfriend, too?' And, no joke, she pauses, and then there's this huge sigh and she's all like, 'Suuuure. Siiiiiigh.' And I just keep on filling out my deposit slip. And she all keeps talking, and I swear to God what she says is, 'Mama told me. She said - you're thirty years old. Don't move to San Francisco, you'll never find a man. Mama told me.'"
Best.Thanksgiving.Story.Ever.
It really was so good. Every part of it. Thank you everybody.
Friday, 10amish: Is when shamus shows up for breakfast and Black Friday shopping. Breakfast, in case there hasn't been enough food yet, is homemade waffles with Halff's homemade cherry cranberry sauce over them.
Pumas are bought, and then...
shamus gets horribly, horribly ill. Horribly ill.
I'm just going to say that Friday is a day we will not recall. There is dry heaving. There is a need for Gatorade just to rehydrate what is lost. It's, well, not too pretty. I love you shamus! I do!
Saturday, 10amish: Is when you arrive at Chez Paul & Dex. It is also when the first round of the Jocelyn, Paul & Dex holiday tradition of mimosas served in huge pint glasses is served.
Holiday presents are exchanged. I get a bottle of Godiva Chocolate Liquor, which is as good a present as you can get. I text the following to Shimmy:
"Paul and Dex just gave me Godiva chocolate liquor, so we'll be drinking high end chocolate orange martinis at Bring the Naughty, Leave the Nice!"
To which Shimmy texts: "I love Paul and Dex."
Don't we all, don't we all.
We meet up with Dale for brunch at some mildly pretentious Castro brunch place, where we feel that the correct follow-up to mimosas is a bottle of wine.
Then we go back to Chez Paul & Dex where there is another round of mimosas and many, many hours of video game. And anime. Video games and anime. The afternoon pretty much looks like this from where I'm sitting.
And then we pass out. It's perfect.
Dinner is in the mall -- yes, the mall -- with lovely AshleighE. Here's a picture, taken specifically because we were in the Muni station and I said, "Hmmm. Soft lighting in here. This would be a very flattering place to take a picture of us.
One would think that that day was full enough, and involved enough drinking, but then Paul and I head out to Trad'r Sams to have cocktails with Melis and Howie. By cocktails, we mean a Black Magic, which pretty much puts us on our asses. But Melis and Howie look amazing. Here's my favorite quote from Melis, who is clearly the most awesome mother in the world (and I mean that seriously - because she knows who she is and doesn't let the fact that she has kids change her core, even if it has to change her outward behavior sometimes).
Melis You know, what we learned early was that, sure, you could get a baby sitter to stay until 4:00am and you could stay out, but no matter what you did, those kids were going to be up at 6:30am yelling, "Milk! Milk!" And the smell, too!
11:00pm: Is when you arrive back at Chez Paul and Dex and cram in four hours of sleep before calling a cab to leave for the airport again at 4:30am.
It was a perfect, perfect, perfect Thanksgiving. I love San Francisco. I love my friends. I'm thankful for at least two years where I could spend Thanksgiving there with them. I'm thankful, also, for mimosas.
Applesauce had a good time, too. And then he passed out drunk.
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