The hyper-extended holiday weekend was very fine indeed. Thanks for asking. It actually felt like four and a half days away from work, without being dull or excruciating. And that’s a difficult thing to achieve, I’ve learned. It either flies by in a whirlwind of chaos, or bogs down in painful douchebaggery.
But this one was just right. I’m actually somewhat rested this morning, and my complain-o-meter has leveled off at GUARDED, which is lower than normal. So, I must declare the weekend a success.
Here’s a brief run-down of events, in case you’re interested…
I was in the best of moods, because we were at the front edge of several days off in a row. And is there a better feeling? I submit that there is not.
In the morning I wrote the Surf Report update (which may have contained a version of the previous paragraph), and took the younglings out to lunch in the afternoon.
I told them to pick a place, and they went with TGI Friday’s. And I said, “OK, Burger King it is!” I mean, what am I, Ted Turner here? Both of ’em would’ve ordered the Fred Flintstone rack of ribs, along with a fifty dollar check at the end of the meal.
Toney got home around four o’clock, and we were going to go to Ret Lopster for dinner (with the help of a gift certificate), before she and the older Secret went to swimming practice. Toney’s involved with the team and had “deck duty” that night, so we had to be finished by six.
But it was not to be. The traffic was almost biblical, the Red Lobster parking lot was completely maxed-out (I thought the economy was in the shitter?!), and people were waiting outside to get in. So, that was out.
We decided to go to Five Guys instead, but Toney wanted to stop at Wegmans first. I went in with her, to peruse their kick-ass microbrew selection, and ended up buying a six-pack of Rogue Dead Guy Ale.
While we were in the store the older Secret received a call from one of his hooligan friends, asking if he wanted to go to a movie with a bunch of other hooligans. He couldn’t go, because of swimming, and sulked about it through dinner.
When Toney got home from the pool, we broke into the Dead Guys, and they were worth every cent I paid for them. And I’d paid a lot of cents. Sweet Maria!
On Thanksgiving none of us left the house, literally. In fact, I don’t think I even took off my fat pants. It was fantastic!
The Macy’s parade was on TV while I slurped Five O’Clock coffee from an enormous Warner Bros. Studio mug, and worked my way through a pile of Black Friday newspaper ads.
Did any of you see the Special Needs Color Guard perform during the parade, by any chance? Um, just wondering.
I found almost literally nothing I wanted to buy in the ads. Sure, I was mildly interested in one of these, but finally decided against it. I think it was in the Macy’s ad, but I’m not sure.
In the afternoon I brought the laptop upstairs to the dining room, and loaded dozens and dozens of CDs onto the Big iPod. Including my sizable Robyn Hitchcock collection, which is, you know, sizable.
Toney talked to Sunshine before dinner, and she went off on another of her crackpot rants. She now believes Obama is planning to cut off all medicine to old people, and the ones who don’t die as a result will be rounded up and held in concentration camps.
You think I’m joking? Oh, you’d be mistaken on that count.
Toney prepared a big holiday spread, including a boneless turkey breast (no ribcage or “cavity” this year), and two pies to choose from. She made pumpkin (for everybody but me), and blueberry (for me).
I’m a longtime fan of blueberry pie, as well as lemon meringue. What are your favorites? And which ones can’t you stand? In that category for me is pumpkin (never could get into it), and sweet-ass pecan pie (blecch).
And I’m not going to get this one done, dammit. I’ll post the second half at 3 am. How’s that?
So, in addition to the pie question, I’d like to know if you bought anything on Friday, as a result of the massive newspaper ad carpet-bombing attack? I bought nothing, and didn’t see anything that even mildly piqued my interest. It’s bizarre (something usually sucks me in), but true.
Also, did anything exciting happen on Thanksgiving, during your family get-togethers? We’d like to know about that, as well. Use the handy comments link.
And that’s all I can do; this day’s running away from me.
So, until the middle of the night…
J Shifty says
I suspect there were many large family gatherings this year “highlighted” by Obama rants.
My sister is part of a pretty strident evangelical church (not that there’s anything wrong with that). She decided Thanksgiving dessert was the perfect time to go into a detailed discussion of our next President’s love of baby-killing, and how he prefers to perform forced abortions late in the third trimester using three-foot-long steel pins and other delights (as Herb Alpert would say).
I kept my mouth full until it passed, but it kind of put me off my pumpkin roll, if you know what I mean.
And Kath, I’ve never heard of cranberry pear pie, but it sounds quite tasty.
Good Afternoon Surf Reporters………
Just popping in to see if Part II has been posted yet.
Yeah, I have a relative you thinks Obama is an Islamic terrorist going to hand the country over to the Taliban, that he’s going to give all the jobs to blacks after having the whites sacked and the Nation of Islam is going to take over all the ‘good’ churches. Yet he’s still here and hasn’t fled to Canada already like I would have done if I believed nonsense like that…
Raleigh Polly says
The highlight of my weekend was probably when my husband’s aunt, who is in her 60s and looks fantastic, announced that she lost a bunch of weight recently “riding her harley”. The younger crowd in the room snickered, while the older crowd looked uncomfortable. One of his cousins clued me in later that her new boyfriend Mike’s real name is “Harley”. Good stuff.
I am in a little bit of trouble with my family for skipping their TG to hang out with friends, but it was totally worth it.
J Shifty, check out http://www.someecards.com. I love that site. There are a few great cards that express similar sentiments.
Shiny Rod says
Buck, you leave me speechless, but Jason is intrigued.
Help Please Surfers!
I just got back from 6 months in Siberia (I’m not making this up – I was on a Fulbright in Novosibirsk). I have, as long ago promised, a Smoking Fish photo to share from the REAL great white north.
But I can’t find instructions on how to submit it – what am I missing?