A four-day weekend looms in the United States; and all over This Great Land of Ours fantasies revolving around turkey gravy and uninterrupted access to pie dance between our ears and beg the question “Can I get you anything else?”
Backslider by The Toadies
Ramble On by Led Zeppelin
Honky Tonkin’ by Hank Williams
Diamonds and Rust by Judas Priest
Hey Eugene by Pink Martini*
Ball of Confusion by Love and Rockets
Wilderness by Sleater-Kinney
Well we are just all over the place with this weekend’s prediction, aren’t we?
I’m sorry – has this been explained to you?
You see, on the day before the weekend starts (you start yours when you like and I’ll start mine), I turn to my commuting companion the iPod and use the songs I hear on my way to work to determine what’s in my immediate future.
And this? The mess o’ links you see before you today? What it says to me is that I have 15 people coming for dinner tomorrow and don’t know where my potato peeler is.
OK. That’s a lie. I know where my potato peeler is. It’s in the drawer next to a jar of buttons, behind the recycling schedule but in front of the seam-ripper…
Speaking of seam-rippers, if I do what I plan to do and attempt the mythical “third helping” tomorrow, I’d like to switch my request to be entombed in a Tupperware container of Buffalo wing sauce to one full of turkey gravy.
It’s just more festive.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. There’s much to be grateful for.
* Love this woman's voice! If you listen, go to the three-minute song, not the one-minute one listed above it...
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