Welcome to Turkey Day from San Antonio. The Jones Extended Family Etc. (i.e., El Jefe, including beck, mom, dad, aaron, grandpa, deb, pat, ron, jordan, paige, and frank) are headed over to the casa at 5 for the ubertrad Turkey dinner. Which means that we just performed the annual "Turkey Dance," which, in the interest of preserving my cool-guy mystique, will remain unpictured here. Ha. It went off without a hitch, though, and some 14+ pounds of turkeybreast will be making its way down our collective gullet shortly.
(A brief break - tuftsman Andy may have made the joke of the year earlier this week. Here it is, ctrl-c ctrl-v'd direct from the fantasy basketball board:
"Due to the brother's firefighter work schedule, we will be having thanksgiving on saturday, which means I will be having thanksgiving with Kathy's family and then she will be having thanksgiving with my family. Sweet, Jimmy's having Stove Top at 8."
Genius.)
(Another big break: big fat congrats to Jamie and the rest of GPGDS. They are getting some great press here and there and *word on the street* is that they may have been booked to play Bonaroo in '08. If you don't know what that means, trust that is an awesome development and will surely be reflected upon favorably in the forthcoming Behind the Music special).
Good times thus far - Beck and I flew in on Tuesday, and I promptly ran 4 miles around the neighborhood. We hit up Alamo Cafe along with mom-dad-pat-ron-grandpa-deb, and put a dent in our margarita/nacho quota for the month. Nice. Wednesday, Aaron rolled in town just in time for our golf lesson from a nice dude named Magnus. We are now terrible plus one. Highlights included a Happy Gilmore style blast from me and Aaron smashing a driver into the ground and sending the broken head of the club farther than the ball. EXCELLENT! Magnus recorded our swings on DVD, too, so our art installment is coming along nicely.
Aaron's (gasp, shock, let it settle in, synthesis, comfort, go on) girlfriend LJ drove into town on Wednesday afternoon, and we had a nice afternoon of grocery shopping and lardy lardy food preparation (pictures forthcoming). She was sweet and more or less passed the audition. Fun night of burgers and bacon-potato-ness, capped off by a big Spurs victory v. the Magic.
Aaron, Beck and I went disc-golfing in the now 40 degree weather this morning. Nice little course over at McClain Park, pretty woody and challenging. The cold and Aaron's sore arm sent us home after 10 holes to watch the Packers eek it out and then go a-turkey-dancin'. Which brings us to the ever-fleeting here and now.
The menu for tonight: turkey, stuffing, rolls, green beans, creamed onions, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberry salad, beer bread, pies, crab rangun (???!?!?!?!) and I'm sure forgetting a whole lotta stuff. This is our first t-day in Texas in quite some time, so a special hello to the iPFam up in Rochacha. It's also Mike NTPB's birthday today; he's 30 and reminds us all of our mortality.
That's about it for this gluttonous holiday report. While Frank writes inspiringly about riding bikes more, eating smarter and generally trying to save the planet, I eat chocolate mint ice-cream for lunch, gain weight by merely looking at Aaron's evil bacon-concoction, and prepare to stretch my pylorus to unreasonable widths. I have the usual background mumble of anti-consumerist holiday time sentiments running through, but the inevitable crush of this faux-trad minded culture is killing my will to complain. So I'll just hang back and pretend that this is all as sacred as the tv ads imply. And regardless, El Jefe will have a swimming time. In the meantime, Sparkle was a little jealous of the Wrigley-centric post the other day, so in order to ensure that her 3 days away from her owners go smoothly, I'll throw a S-dog centric shot up here now. Because you KNOW that when we're away, Sparkle is all over teh internets.
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