Turkey-Follow

The Friday after T-day was a predictably late-sleeping affair. For the normals, I mean. I got up at 7 and waited for everyone to roll out of bed around 10 - but that was more or less all we were capable of that day. Perhaps it had something to do with the double day dose of caloric insanity. To what do I refer?



Yeah, that's my brother's subtle attempt to kill us all via garlic, bacon, cheese, potato, cajun spices and salt. Salt? SALT??? Really, dude? That needed salt?

Anyhoo, Aaron was very proud of his portlifying concoction, in preparation and in finish:

WOOHA! The new character in the photo, the one without the goatee or the grease pouring down its sides, is LJ, Aaron's SLF / Pippen who came down from San Marcos to hang with the family on Wednesday. Freudian spectators may now explode in the appropriate verbal volcanic matter w/r/t her initials. Done now? Good. LJ, as mentions, was wicked cool, and the Jonesian collective hopes to see more of her around the casa. Here's a thoroughly unstaged moment between the two:

Back in the proper timeframe now - Friday, we hung out with Miguel NTPB and generally discussed our crazy life plans, his towards the top ten law schools in the country or bust and mine toward an esoteric branch of philosophy. Wooha, we have you all in check. Beck also attempted to lead us to a nearby non-Alamo Cafe Mexican restaurant and FAILed. SO we had italian at Rome's instead, where they FAILed to deliver 2 of 4 orders properly. ­¡Que lastima! We survived and returned home to kill the remaining pies in the house. Thanksgiving, DONE! After a quick jaunt to the dominion to return the NTPB home, Dad drove Beck and me to the airport so we could get back to sunny Azz just before midnight. AS always, a good time in SA.