Thanksgiving meal started with lunch. I don’t think my breakfast of cookies and eggnog spiked with whiskey, brandy AND rum counted as a real meal. Lunch was turkey, potato soup, corn cobbettes, mashed potatoes, candied yams, cranberry and orange jelly(?), stuffing, bread rolls, string bean and mushroom casserole, and I’m probably still leaving something out. Dessert was a caramel turtle ice cream pie and homemade pumpkin cheesecake. There was red and white wine. Now everyone’s kinda hanging around waiting for lunch to roll into dinner. There are more relatives of Mr. W’s expected, and two doggies running around the house begging for a scratch with your foot. (Or it may have been asking for table scraps at my feet, I dunno. But I gave it scratches with my feet instead of scraps from the table and it seemed perfectly content with that. Or maybe it wasn’t. I dunno. Or maybe there aren’t even any dogs. I had a lot to drink.)

I think I’m on the verge of a new game addiction. Mr. W’s younger brother brought over his Playstation 2 and plugged in 2 guitar controllers. We played “Guitar Hero,” and I started getting good. This is like a whole repeat of how I got hooked on the bongos (“Donkey Konga”) after playing that game at Vicky’s house a few years ago, and had to go buy GameCube with the 2 sets of bongos for my fix. Mr. W’s brother said they should figure out a game to combine Dance Dance Revolution, bongos, guitar and karaoke games and have a whole band going. That would be very cool.

I only worked out once this entire week. We’re going to go to a reputedly very fancy 24 Hour Fitness Sport tomorrow, Andre Agassi’s club in one of the main strip hotels.