I think there was some turkey thrown in there, too

Over Thanksgiving break, I managed to do/see/hear/encounter/experience the following:

-Eat sushi (my first time!) with a girl I worked with four years ago

-Stand nearby, horrified, as my 69-year-old grandma talked about her sex life with her new 72-year-old "boyfriend"

-Sit in my car for 7.5 hours to get home the day before Thanksgiving, partly due to the overturned propane tanker north of Baltimore

-Listen to my mother tell fiestada "and you were surprised when he came out??"

-Endure every last one of my relatives making one snide remark or another about my new goatee

-See my friend E's HUUUUGE and GORGEOUUUUS new $1.3 million house

-Sit in the hospital for over three hours with my friend Jason, who I've known for three years, after his coma and stroke. The worst part was that he doesn't even remember me that well, since his memory has been screwed up...

-Meet assorted new (and slightly older) gay men, two of whom are familiar with my tiny college and the tiny town it's located in

-Go to a gay leather bar for the first time (it was exactly how I imagined it, porn and all, and I'm in no hurry to go back)

-Listen to my friend E's confession that he overheard my sexual romp with J the morning of July 4th. Well, he along with every other fucking person in the house. Christ. "That old house doesn't have insulation in the walls, Sevensurge! We had all just sat down to breakfast when we heard you two start to go at it.. it was a great time for us, too!" Doh.

-Put a total of 1,000 miles on my car in five days

I could probably think of more, but I'm late for a drinking appointment with my coworkers.

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