Obviously I can’t designate a shirt to be the official TequilaCon anything — as far as I know, Jenny is the only person to have that sort of authority.
But still, there’s something to be said for a convention of bloggers who show up wearing T-shirts that say “I’m Blogging This,” courtesy of ThinkGeek.
Just a thought.
It’s well enough that it’s raining and dreary today, because I didn’t feel like doing much anyway. I’d had plans to do a bike ride at sunrise, meet one friend for coffee in the morning and another for lunch, and I’d had an offer to go on a daytrip to the beach and another to hang out and just shoot the breeze, but I ended up doing none of the above and being just fine with that.
Instead, seeing the overcast skies this morning, I elected to devote today to some quality Me-Time. I’ve been cramming so much activity into my waking (and sleeping) hours over the last three weeks or so that what I really need is a day to just check out and be a recluse. Thusly I am holed up in a coffee shop in the Pearl right now, reading through backed-up emails, sorting and filing all the events of the last few weeks into some sort of relevant whole, and processing the sheer volume of information I’ve ingested lately.
I’ll be sociable again tomorrow. And the next day, and the day after that. But today I really need to just check out for a while.
Thanksgiving in February? Whoever thought of such a thing? It’s genius, I tell you, sheer genius!
Let’s face it, Thanksgiving is clearly the best holiday. Christmas, it’s OK, but it doesn’t have an enormous all-American dead bird as its centerpiece. The only downside of Thanksgiving is that it only comes around once a year and is quickly forgotten as the madness that is the Christmas shopping season begins only hours after you’ve consumed your last piece of pie.
So how are you supposed to stretch out that Thanksgiving feeling a little longer?
Enter Joe Rock. Joe, seen here coming to the rescue of underfed turkey-lovers everywhere (or maybe he was coming back from the liquor store, I can’t remember), came up with the idea of repeated Thanksgiving dinners throughout the year. I discovered this in mid-December when I called him to see if he felt like grabbing happy hour and he counter-offered with a Thanksgiving meal he was preparing. “Thanksgiving dinner is so great, I think it’s a crime that we only have it once a year, so I’m making another one,” he said. “Come over!”
Genius!
We did it again last night. Joe cooked up a 19-lb bird and all the usual fixings: stuffing, spicy mashed potatos, and homemade green gravy (don’t ask, you had to be there). So what if it was Mardi Gras? I’d trade brined turkey breast for random boobies and beads any day of the week. Thanksgiving dinner on Fat Tuesday? Genius! To top it all off, we had brownies with ice cream and raspberry wine for dessert, and we finally, finally, got to meet the elusive-yet-awesome Dusty.
It doesn’t stop there, either. The ambitious Joe Rock has announced that there will be no less than 6 Thanksgiving feasts this year. He announced something else, too, but that’s the subject of another post.
Thanks again, Joe, for the awesome dinner, and for the genius idea of having Thanksgiving all year round.
“She needs to remember that I’m the dominant bitch in this family!”
Due to brother-sister confidentiality, I can’t disclose what our conversation was about, but wow, what a little spitfire.
And she’s turning 18 today. Happy Birthday sis.
It’s not like we had an especially hard winter. Granted we spent quite a few days below freezing here, but I don’t think it was anything unduly harsh.
Still, I’m ready for spring. I’m more ready for it than I have been in previous years. I can’t quite put my finger on why.
In the meantime I’ll dream about the beach.
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