Ah, to think that right this moment enterprising shoppers are storming the stores – or have been since some ungodly hour, with the Thanksgiving feast not yet digested – while I sit ensconced at the computer drinking my Black Friday in a coffee cup. Priorities, I tell you!
It was a great Thanksgiving. The best one I can remember in a long, long time. The food wasn’t even the best it’s ever been. My cousin Stacie hit the ball out of the park, but Mom and I? We turned out some big fat goose eggs this time around the ole Thanksgiving block. But the company was in great spirits. We drank, we ate, we talked… drank some more… ate some dessert… Some went to Blockbuster just for the fun ritual of it (even though these days, movies come on-demand on the couch.)
The movie-renters put on their jammies to watch Angels & Demons. The talkers were in the dining room, deep in conversation mode, floating in and out of the screening room. As the fickle trickled out, so did the crashers slowly make their way in front of the wide screen, piling on couches, watching the mystery unfold, bellies as full as the nest.