The love of 4 day weekends grows

Well, it was a success. A fat, happy, overfull success of a weekend. Poultry was consumed, belts were loosened, thankfulness was exuded. In a year where I've really learned what it means to be thankful for things, I was very pleased to enjoy such a great day of thanking with some real good people. Unquestionably, family were missed. This was a universal agreement. But, we managed to be with some friends who we also consider 'family', so all was not lost.

The weekend began swimmingly with the annual reenactment of "The Last Waltz" at Cervantes (a scant 6 block walk from our place). All the crew that wasn't back east were out in droves and fired up about a long weekend. It was quite fun. Great tunes. That evening led quickly to the morn 'o turkey and I woke and embarked on my first mission of turk roasting. We actually all went out to eat to a nice buffet for dinner, but I just wanted a turk for leftovers all weekend. No such thing as too much turkey.

And so we descend of a buffet. Strategic stomach stretching exercises were utilized throughout the day, in order to ingest as much feast as possible. Boy, we hit that bad boy running. I ate and ate and ate...so much so that I barely could finish one beer with the whole meal. The food was REALLY good and I felt pretty horrible for the next 3 or 4 hours after the feasting. I think we all did. Damn buffet of deliciousness. You are too tasty to resist.

As expected, such high levels of turk in the bloodstream induced much post ingestion sleepyness. We all were flogged and basked in uberfullness before we retreated to our couches and passed out in sweatpants. All the while thinking "now THAT was a great thanksgiving".

In retrospect, was a fantastic weekend (minus this damn cold going around Denver. It has found me and made a home, apparently). This year, I am thankful, mostly, to just be alive. But also for all of the people in my life. That's what counts.