I think this was my first Thanksgiving alone in something like six or seven years. My first one alone was the first one where I cooked everything. Man, have my cooking styles changed since then!
Thanksgiving week kind of threw a curveball at me. I was originally planning to go see Camera Obscura (the pop band from Glasgow) over in Rochester on the evening of Thanksgiving eve. That was unable to occur because I needed a loaded night of sleep for Thanksgiving Day: I was running the YMCA Turkey Trot in Buffalo.
The rest is a bit of a ramble, so bear with me if you’re curious to read some more.
I disappeared down to Baltimore, MD, just over a week ago on a completely short-notice lark. I’ll detail that more later with a beaming review of Art Brut‘s second to last concert of their tour. I’m falling behind on this blog, so I need to step it up a notch!
Lookit the pretty pictures! Okay, so *I* think they’re pretty. Go take a look if you’re curious. I took a few while I was in Cunningham Falls State Park before I left Maryland. Here’s one with Adrienne (my good friend from the Midwest, and delightful host for my stay) on our way back down the mountain.
…and they shall burn in the fiery wraths of researcher hell, where they can never make their genetic constructs and their collaborators’ packages never arrive!
Seriously, who sends DNA…in non-sterile plastic tubing…that a plastic pipette tip cannot fit into…*epic facepalm*