thanksgiving

thanksgiving is a fat kid's dream. depending on where you have thanksgiving, your day usually goes something like this: television program (football game but probably dvr'ed performances from the macy's parade), drinking (vodka-based cocktails, mimosas) , near intoxication because of lack of food, eating, drinking, food coma/-itis, nap, repeat. 

in the last four years, i've had some excellent thanksgivings. noteable gatherings include t-day '05 at kelly will's, t-day '06 at chris klink's as he hobbled around on crutches from a freshly sprained ankle, and most recently t-day '07 in noblesville, indiana at the hammans house. (rum and cokes, wasted in-laws, and bullet shrapnel in the quail were highlights of the day.) this year will be the first day i host a thanksgiving of my own. i won't be gutting any birds, but i'm making my mom's amazing green bean casserole. we're having a big pot-luck here at harbour plaza, and it should be a blast. wish me luck.