initial impression from watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade:

the Barenaked Ladies are really bad at lip-synching.

a thanksgiving-eve snow storm coated everything in a glaze of white, and on thanksgiving morning the sky cleared and everything sparkled all blue and white.

thanksgiving day was pleasantly spent in the cozy apartment of chelsea and lee, gourmet cooks who, like the rest of their guests, don’t believe in getting up early just to cook a turkey, so consequently our thanksgiving dinner started on the late side and continued into the wee hours of the morning. the scrabble game was competitive bordering on viscous, but when the game ended there were three pies, and so we’re all friends again. and, for the record, tam is too a word.

i did mourn the loss of the pumpkin pie (an unfortunate mix-up of sweetened condensed milk and non-sweetened condensed milk), but lee makes an apple pie that i would sell my first born son to have another piece of, and i satisfied the pumpkins craving by making pumpkin pie at our apartment later this week. now andy and i have a fridge with nothing but some leftover udon and lots of pie.

Omnium Gatherum is a smash hit, so yay for that, we’ve extend the show through the 18th and the box office phone is ringing off the hook. of course, i am a slave to the show and have no free time, but so it goes. the latin confuses our patrons; earlier today a i booked a ticket for the play ‘Ominous Gathering.’ tee hee.