Turkey Lurkey Doo

So much deliciousness.

Carrie, Cale, Keith.

Our small kitchen table.

"Sit back down on your speaker Keith."

My first thanksgiving alone turned out pretty fucking delicious. I wasn't 'alone' alone. Just away from all of my family, and in charge of the what-have-yous. It ended up being a full on orphan thanksgiving. Pat, Caleb & Carrie, Keith, Sean and myself. Yes, that is Sean P, ie 'Nigga P' formerly of Taiwan, back in the states for good. I was in charge of the turkey. While I was cleaning it I was really tempted to take a picture of myself 'making love' to it. And then of course show everyone the picture after we ate. I decided that was a bad idea for a whole host of reasons. So instead I smothered the turkey with 2 sticks of butter, garlic, onions, and all that jazz. Did you know that shit takes 5 hours to cook? Jesus H. Needless to say we ate a little later than normal. Carrie brought a freshly made apple pie. And we all stuffed ourselves to exhaustion. Hours of competitive ping-pong also helped us build up our appetites. This post is putting me to sleep. There's no reason for it really, other than my own giddiness at our successful thanksgiving. Blah.