Ah...Thanksgiving.
That wonderful American holiday of gorging oneself into a coma. (And don't blame the turkey, it's all in your blood sugar my friends.)It's a day of parades and (for the most part bad) football games, relatives that you like, and some that you don't. Like a family reunion for some, but with better food and less chance of getting food poisoning from eating some mayonnaise based salad that's been sitting outside in the sun for six hours....
You get the picture.
Turkey day morning, I rushed to the rents house, grabbed a (turns out uneaten) turkey breast and a ham that I then took home to cook in my own oven while I got ready. My house, well, let's just say it smelled AMAZING. Take said food out of the oven, get back to my parents house and let the feasting begin!
Oh wait. Apparently I'm the only one in the whole joint who knows how to carve an eighteen (and why we even had a turkey this big is beyond me) pound turkey. Damn you anatomy...you just keep sticking with me.
So yes, a few hours later, yours truly was in a sort of food coma. Not too bad though..I headed home and prepared myself for the dumbest thing (okay..I can think of way dumber now, but I couldn't at the time) I have ever done: Black Friday Shopping.
Yes children, I left my house at 5:15 am to get to stores. I went to Menards (and only for my grandmother..they had something she wanted to give as a gift there to some people that turned out to be crazy cheap...only for her did I go in after I say the craziness that was the parking lot) and got stocked up on some batteries (60 for less than 8 bucks!), that window cling stuff to keep the cold air out, some other nonsense--and 45 mins of standing in line later, I was free.
On to Target and one more stop and I was home by 9:45 am. Not too bad.
However, I will never go out like that again. Totally NOT worth it. I think I would have preferred to sleep in and enjoy my turkey day coma.
Saturday, headed off to work at the museum, and after helped Amy with her exterior lighting. With one exception of her almost falling head first into a giant bush, no one was hurt, the lights still worked after we got them up and looked really nice. Not jank at all. Thank god for light clips!
After the fun with lights, we decided to head into Broad Ripple for some bazbeaux and some people watching. Dinner was great, had some drinks, walked around some more, had some more drinks, sang along with the crap blaring over the sound system (see? I can still make a complete and total idiot of myself in public...), wondered very much out loud "Where are all the good looking men?? Not here, that's for sure." (again...dur), and called it a night about 1:30 and headed home.
And woke up Sunday morning at 7 am. What the hell?
No rest for the wicked I guess.
And now it's back to the salt mines and a mere 18 days of being trapped here listening to Christmas music.
If I don't kill myself first.
WOW 5:15 am. My sis in law started at 11:30 pm on thursday. Which was my plan until the hubby yanked my credit cards and said NO! There is no way to get into the Menard's by my house after 5am, but I am in farm country and you cant pass up a deal on trash cans. hahaha
ReplyDeleteIt is crazy and I heard this year was the worst so I shop in my pj on my laptop this year. Rudy isnt hear when the boxes show up anyways. ;)