To All
Here's hoping that Thanksgiving is a day off for you to do exactly what you want. Gorge, or gorge. Guzzle, or don't guzzle. For meself, I intend to gorge and guzzle. I think I can handle the attendant stomachic and intestinal suffering for a day or so, in a completely guilt free manner. Whatever your style, enjoy yourself to the fullest.
posted by Harry at 11:49 AM
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Aah, Jamison's. Sunday I visited the Overpaid Insurance Exec and had a snort of Laphraiog at some trendy joint downtown. Now I'm out in my Writing Trailer with a nearly empty bottle of Meyer's to ward off the chill. Life has its compensations, don't it, Old Boy?
Thanks all y'all. Hope everyone had a great time. I actually didn't gorge like I planned, but that's the way it goes. Neither did I guzzle. In fact, it was a "dry" Thanksgiving; a rarity in our family. Maybe that's for the best. I woke up Friday feeling reasonably chipper, not too full, or even slightly hungover. Not a bad way to wake up.
"Now I'm in my Writing Trailer..."
This has an interesting and inspiring ring to it. To even HAVE a writing trailer is, I think, bitchin'. To be able to hole up there, with a a drop or two of Meyers would be the thing. I'd feel like Guy Gilpatric, I'm sure.
bitchin'
Yeah, except it's colder than f*ck out there unless I turn on the little electric heater; and I tracked a lot of mud into it I now need to clean up; and the ol' lady had a habit of busting in to, you know, inform me of less than optimal conditions in some facet or other of our familial bliss. But still I felt like Arthur Miller in his cabin in Maine, complete with internet streams of hardcore, classical or Irish music wired to the stereo.
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