thoughtz

Hey, guys. What’s happening? Did you have a nice break? Man. I’ll tell you what, I wish every weekend lasted four days.

I am sitting here listening to Wu-tang Clan and eating a turkey and smoked gouda sandwich on toasted sourdough, topped with cranberry relish and gravy. The beau made this cream gravy sauce for Thanksgiving dinner, you see. It is probably making me more excited than is customary or warranted for gravy.* But that’s partly because this is only day two of leftovers, for me. Everyone else is now at the point where, every time they open their refrigerators and see those tupperware containers, they groan. I’m at the point where I’m like, moar gravy plz.**

Why am I only on day two of leftovers? That would be because the morning after Thanksgiving the beau and I fled to the Bay Area, where we proceeded to eat burritos and pastrami instead of our reheated turkey and fixings. We also partook of booze in bars with old friends. Oh, and we also got some wedding stuff accomplished while we were there, if you can believe that. I hope to have more on that later this week.

I was thinking, off and on this weekend, about how this was our first and only Thanksgiving together as an engaged couple. And about how we’ve officially entered our first and only holiday season as an engaged couple. And about how this time next year, we will be in the midst of our first holiday season as marrieds. I’ve been thinking about the traditions that we’ll start together, building atop the traditions we’ve already begun (this is year three of the Making Of Rustic Bread Stuffing, for instance, and promises to be year two of the Quarreling About How Long Past New Year’s The Christmas Lights Should Stay Draped On The Mantle).

I was thinking about how that makes me happy.

I’ve also been thinking that maybe it’s just about time that I did something about the header on this dang blog. Does the fact that my header consists of mere text reflect poorly on me, being a graphic designer and all? Perhaps. Then again, maybe it’s a metaphor. Maybe it’s the anti-header for an anti-wedding.

Maybe I’m just reaching.

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* Around here, we typically reserve our fanfare and fanaticism for bacon.

** That’s what I should have named this blog. MOAR GRAVY. That is most likely the wine talking, though.