So I went home for Thanksgiving last Tuesday and arrived back in the Triangle last night. A couple of highlights for you stalkers (a lot of this may only interest Kristi and Webreck) -Wednesday - Looked at countertops with my mom, Duane Jones' mom waited on us at lunch at the Italian Oven, Shopped at Giant Eagle (the only grocery store chain in Western PA) and avoided being seen by anyone, Dinner at the Eagles (Fraternal Order of Eagles to you mister)
Wednesday night - Annie, Mary Jo, and I went out to Maggie Mae's with a couple of MJ's friends who just turned 21. Saw some people from high school who looked the same/worse. Saw a pregnant Jessica Stoy at the same smoke-filled bar (Nothing spells classiness like being pregnant out of wedlock and showing up at a bar). Bought MJ a vodka and cranberry and myself a Corona for a grand total of $5.50. Went home after an hour.
Thursday - Worked the Salvation Army Thanksgiving lunch with my family. (Unfortunately, my mom did not agree with Kristi's point of view that people who can afford to give money should give money and those who cannot afford to give money should work the dinner . . . ) Thanksgiving meal at my great Aunt's where my cousin continuously coughed on all of the food, but her mother said it was ok because it was only asthma. Also found out that no one on that side of the family is going to be married anytime soon, wahoo!
Friday - Lunch with my dad's side of the family. Looks like no weddings on this side for the next couple of years either, the pressure is off - for the moment.
Friday night - James Bond with Dad - awesome movie
Saturday - Shopping in Shadyside. Annie lives right next door to my favorite bar in college, I'm jealous.
Sunday - Sit in the Pgh airport listening to the awful Steelers game before takeoff. Arrive home to Pepper who is incredibly happy to see me.
1 comment:
sounds like a pretty good trip home to me. i didn't make it back - i had to stay in dc to finish up a paper. :(
a shame stoy got trashy (trashier?). who's the baby daddy?
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