Another Thanksgiving come, another Thanksgiving go.
Here are some of my higlights and low-lights from yesterday:
Four Pittsburghers celebrating Thanksgiving in a small NYC apartment.
The homemade meal was strong, and because I haven’t puked within the last 12 hours, it means I didn’t undercook the turkey (whew).
(left: I’m thankful for 1. Me not cutting off a finger while carving the turkey, 2. Trimmings, trimmings, and more trimmings, and, 3. Spending T-Day with these three lovely ladies!)
Foo Fighters as the special guests on Top Chef. Dave Grohl critiquing Thanksgiving dinner equals television gold!
Green bean casserole with french-fried onions on top (a suburban classic…mmm).
Not having to go downtown to see the Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Missing the Thanksgiving Day Parade (as you can see I’m torn on whether I like or dislike this yearly tradition).
Popping in a new Christmas CD, Booker T. & The MG’s In The Christmas Spirit only to realize that track #7, “Merry Christmas Baby” is the song used in a Cialis commercial. I’ll never be able to listen to the song without thinking about erections lasting longer than seven hours.
If you asked me to tell you my 5-favorite things in life, music, food, and sports would be strong contenders. Unfortunately, yesterday I only got one out of the three. The two yearly Thanksgiving football games (excluding the one shown exclusively on the NFL Network) were total lopsided blowouts and the half-time shows, featuring Jesse McCartney and the Jonas Brothers, were equally as horrible. I don’t know why, but after witnessing a bad pop music performance I just get really angry.