Vagabond Thanksgiving

I had a rather unorthodox thanksgiving. It was my mission to participate in a parent-less celebration this year. Nothing against parents or having them carve the turkey but last year's divorced parents dinner crawl was just not something I wanted to repeat. Not to abandon all my holiday traditions, I did bake something pumpkiny. Got this pumpkin cheesecake recipe on epicurious.

So, I fenagled myself an invitation to the 3rd annual "The Vagabond Thanksgiving" It's pretty self explanatory, a bunch of East Coasters and Can't-afford/Be Bothered-to-travel-on-the-busiest-weekend-of-the-year people - get together for a rooftop potluck giving of thanks extravaganza. There was traditional fare- a huge turkey with stuffing, sweet potato casserole, some veggies (broccoli,asparagus,potatos) and some more edgy dishes like a goat-cheese laced rice pilaf and a spicy homemade salsa with which I fashioned myself a pretty tasty Turkey Taco. And of course there was alcohol- the house drink being a curious concoction of apple juice and vodka called a George Washington. There was also a $85 pot for who ever would drink an entire mixing bowl full of gravy. Hank said he would have done it, but I told him I would have paid him $85 to NOT drink the gizzard juice. yuck.

This is what happened to the cheesecake, homemade apple pie and double fudge, blueberry white chocolate brownies (which didn't survive long enough for this shot) after the special cigarrettes were passed around. And in the spirit of giving thanks... thanks to the two of you that read this here blog. It really means alot. I don't usually quote myself, but this is for Hank: "Who would I be if I didn't have my parents to scorn?"

rat race

Last week I attempted to get a job. That was a close one.

Oh Captain my captain

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Big weekend this week. I managed to watch both sunrise and sunset on Saturday - with amazing views and people. I can't tell you where because then you will want to go there and it won't be my secret spot anymore. More importantly, however, I partook in the establishment of the Garage Foosball League. I would like to thank friend Frankie for donating said foosball table. One of the best foosball tables I've come across in awhile. Complete with drink holders on either end of the table! Official tourney rules and team t-shirts to come. The unemployed softball team has been rescinded - drunk foosball is so much better.

Welcome to the cruel world

So I invented this game to play every time I start to feel sorry for myself. Every time I put on my fat jeans and they feel tight, every time that cute guy from the party doesn't call, everytime I get 2 parking tickets at an expired meter I play this little game called: How can it be worse?

Your boss get's to have $18 chopped salads everyday on the company. She also get's paid three times more than you, twice as much vacation time and comes in later and leaves earlier that you . You drive all over town to get coffee and copies and lunch at $3.00 a gallon (not re-imbursed). But it could be worse, you could have no job.

Your dog starts barfing and his overnight stay at the Vet costs as much as a high season plane ticket to Paris. But it could be worse, at least your dog back at home chewing on your shoe again.

Your 55-year-old divorced dad is dating someone 5 years your senior. But it could be worse, she could be younger than you.

" Screws fall out all the time. The World's an imperfect place." - Bender, The Breakfast Club