Sorry for the delay in putting up the obligatory Thanksgiving post. I went home to Florida for a whopping 6 days and didn’t get back till yesterday, thanks to the unavailability of flights earlier than Tuesday (I used a JetBlue voucher).
Anyway, hope you all had great weekends and meals and stuff. For my family, Thanksgiving equals Indian Food. Well, to be more accurate, this year Thanksgiving equaled hummus, corn soup, black bean and corn salsa, multiple courses of Indian food, rice pudding, and some sort of jello/whipped cream pie. You know, basically everything BUT the traditional turkey/stuffing/cranberry/notsurewhatelsebecauseiveneveractuallydoneit.
We had beer though, so that was good.
Overall the weekend was great. Got a round of golf in, caught up on a lot of sleep, watched a lot of TV, and of course, went to the hometown bars.
Ah, the hometown bars. A melting pot of Melbourne society – a mixture of people from all corners of town, high school dropouts and college grads, wanna-be-cougars and creepy old men. I can’t complain about $3 beers, but after one night of “Do we know that person?” and “Oh, so you’re still working at that restaurant?” and “Dude, what the fuck, she’s FUGLY now!”, they get a little old. And the whole not-really-within-walking-distance thing creates quite a drinking/driving paranoia, which is only increased when cops are swarming all over the place, and one pulls you over right in front of your neighborhood during the less-than-a-mile distance from the bar to your house. True story. Luckily I (enough beers to not take chances) was not driving, and my sister (only 2 beers) was.
Cop, through passenger side window: “Where are you guys coming from?”
Me (in passenger seat): “We were just down the street at Ichabod’s, and now we’re heading home to [neighborhood right in front of us]…”
Cop: “Have you guys been drinking?”
Me: “Well I have” [emphasis on I]
Cop: “Is that why she’s driving?”
Me: “Yup”
Turns out we were pulled over for a busted headlight, and went home (the last 1000 feet of the drive) with just a fix-it ticket. You can bet I’ll be paranoid as hell next time.
Anyway, its good to be back. Happy Belated Thanksgiving.
