one full week.

Tuesday: The ramp worked! My friend, Jim came over with ease. I was worried because he has an electric chair and it weighs about 500lbs. But the structure was sound. I felt like bragging and grunting and beating my chest like an ape. In celebration there was sort of a spontaneous party.

Wednesday: I didn't have work. I cleaned up after said spontaneous party. I watched some terrible movies on TBS and hung up flyers for my reading on the 16th at Holy Frijoles and Common Ground. In some stroke of seridepidity, Victoria needed a ride, just as I was leaving and we drove to Philly together. We have the same birthday. She lives in the apartment I used to live in. We have lots of strange and wonderful luck. When I got to Philly, I stayed up late making pies with my mother.

Thursday: Thanksgiving. You know what happens on Thanksgiving, I don't need to go into detail, too much, do I? This year two of my brothers and their wives couldn't make it to dinner. It was the first time my family has ever had such a small thanksgiving. It ended up working out just fine, but before we started, we took a picture of my mother eating all alone because we though, with an appropriate caption, it would be a really funny guilt trip to play on the older two brothers.
"Next year, I think we should plan a little better..."


Thursday Night: I went to the diner I participated in my favorite Thanksgiving ritual, where I meet up with a select group of suburbs friends and get coffee until the wee hours of the night. I think we've been doing it since high school. The best part was seeing my best buddy, Jeanne. She brought Lyncee this year. Together they are going to put out a comic book collaboration together in Philly called Werewolf Boner. I'm glad she made such nice friends. Werewolf boner. hahaha. I love them.

Friday:I bought a warm pair of boots and found a coat rack for Santa to get me. Friday night I met friends from my youth group in high school at a bar inside a bowling alley where people were singing along with TOOL for kareoke. Afterwards I escaped with my cousin to a diner for some refreshing, greasy coffee.

Saturday: Jones met me at my mother's house and we drove up to NYC together. We had a second Thanksgiving at Adrian and Albert Cadabra's apartment. The guests in attendance were comic book artists, burlesque dancers, magicians, bed-of-nails ladies, sword swallowers, comedians, rappers, and bakers. The baker made cookies that looked like Adrian and Albert's heads. Spitting image in icing. Dozens and dozens. It was amazing. (okay, this one of Adrian, is not exactly a spitting image, but you get the idea.)

Sunday: we ate brunch. We watched Ruby, the performing wonder-dog run with other dogs at the park. We saw, and were very unphased by, Lenny Kravits. We played the new game of cranium I purchased. We reheated and enjoyed Adrian's fantastic leftovers. We went to a bar to see Albert's magic/comedy/hosting. He is everything you thought he'd be. I saw my first burlesque performance ever, with the appropriate amount of tassel. All night diner for something with avocado on it and one cuddle session on the side.

Monday: I should have been at work, but I've been working nights and weekends for the past two weeks. Sleeping in late on Monday in a city four hours away is called "comp time." When I got home from New York, last night around 10pm, I got to see my friend Sarah Raz. She's taking a little visit from Helena, Montana where she does trailwork for Americorps. This is a very short list of impressive things that she mentions causally: the time she chased a bear, the time she moved a rock that weighed 1TON, and her incredible chainsaw talents. Plus she's cute as a button. I love that combo, capable and cute.

Today is Tuesday, I intend on taking a longer lunch than I should and being relatively pleased with just about everything.