November 28th, 2003


"House of the Rising Sun"

I woke up with that song in my head this morning, and it has been rolling around in my brain all day. Probably because of the line, "It's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I'm one." Yesterday was truly a winderful day. Dinner went off without a hitch. I forgot the salad, but everyone told me to forget about it, so I did. The turkey was cooked perfectly, and the meat just fell off the bone. I never carved before, but everything went smoothly. Everyone was so stuffed with turkey, stuffing, potatoes, cranberries, yams, green beans, and freshly baked bread, that nobody had room for pie.

I pulled a Julia Childs and started drinking wine just after noon while I cooked. By about 8 p.m. I had gone through over 2 liters of pinot griegio and chardonnay. I was feeling very happy. Everyone else was also very happy. Six of us put on fursuits and we took some pictures in front of my house. When we got back inside, things progressed to a point that would make the producers of CSI blush. The fursuits came off and there was an abundance of furry love. There's nothing quite like the joy of having 6 furs crashing at your den. *bliss*

I had absolutely no idea what time it was when I crashed, but I was told it was around 1 a.m. I awoke around 6 and took a head count. There were sleeping bodies all over the house. Everyone slowly woke up, had coffee, and showered. We watched numerous episodes of "Family Guy" on Al's DVD player (computer). Finally we headed out to the Museum of Natural History. dabber and I wore our raccoon tails and dexter_fox wore his fox ears. We got a few comments.

After the museum we came home and I fired up the grill. We then pigged out on hot dogs. The pies from yesterday were finally consumed. All is good.