I’m getting all the rest over the Thanksgiving weekend that I didn’t get while I was on vacation. What that means is that (a) I’m still way behind on the email and (b) there are no pictures and trip journals yet. Sorry.
Now, mind you, this doesn’t mean that I’ve been sitting by the TV for all of the past three days. In addition to the new stuff you see to your left, I actually dragged my ass down the street to the neighborhood bars on Wednesday night for my monthly visit. The bar scene was no less tepid than it’s been for the past year or so, but the night was saved when I ran into a visiting member of the web family (oh, let’s just call him “Bruce”) and a couple of his friends.
Worry not, my unintentional celibacy remains intact, but it was nice having someone fun to talk to, if a bit disturbing to realize that (courtesy of this site) there are people I’ve never met who are quite familiar with my life. Nice guy, though, which was a bit of a relief as I’d already broken the rules and given him a phone number, site unseen, since I figured no one would lie about having a degree in urban planning. I have one too, and I almost never lie.
Thursday brought a great Thanksgiving dinner with Sarah and Brad. There was turkey and dressing and veggies and wine, and I brought a pumpkin pie and a can of aerosol whipped cream. Before dinner, we watched football, which seemed very traditional (and I promised to skip all wry football comments here , even though I wasn’t going to make any anyway).
Afterwards, Sarah and Brad were kind enough to sit through a tape of last Sunday’s Fox cartoons which I’d missed while waiting for a shuttle at the airport. Then Sarah and I went for a walk to look at the sea lions. Sarah was quite horrified to realize that San Francisco’s 127th Gap has just opened very close to her building.
And today, I’ve done damn near nothing but scrub the bathtub and clean the refrigerator, which sounds like a lot but only accounts for about 45 minutes. I’m not sure what happened to the rest of the day.
I may hit the corner bars again tonight (twice in one month yet) because I’m so horny I could fuck the crack of dawn right now (pardon the Southernism). It won’t do any good, but at least I’ll feel like I tried…