We’re back! Barely!
Snow in WV and VA during the drive home nearly did us in - it was so bad in spots you couldn’t see 15 feet in front of you. And who was driving? Floribama boy, Kevin. But he did a great job and we didn’t die! So yay for that.
Thanksgiving was great - much food consumed, much stimulating of the economy accomplished, and I am MOSTLY done with christmas shopping! A round of drinks on me, folks!
Thanksgiving dinner was a low key affair - just me and Kev, my parents, brother, and grandma. We ate later than usual because Kev and I didn’t get in until 3am that morning (thanks stupid GA drivers, who managed to create traffic backups due to THREE accidents on 85, which meant it took us 2 and a half hours to get out of the state) and grandma was a little behind on her baking and we HAD to wait for the pies!
I talked Kev out of 4am shopping on black friday (I can be VERY pursuasive when I have to be), but that doesn’t mean we didn’t shop. We just went later.
Kev: *looking over ads* I want to check out some sporting goods stores to look at coats.
Mom: There’s a Dick’s at the mall here…and there’s a big Dick’s at south hills village.
Me: *snerk* “big dicks” hehehehheeehehehee
Kev: you are so bad
Mom: you’ll have to excuse her, she grew up with brothers
Me: heeeeeeheeheheheeeeheheee!
Later Kev and my dad went over to my brother’s new house to work on some plumbing, mom and I hit the mall and did some damage. The next day there was more plumbing to be done and mom and I were left to our own devices yet again, so off to the new outlets where I did much christmas shopping. Recession schmession, I got some DAMN good deals! Which is good because, you know…medical bills, we’re poor…oh-yeah-there-really-is-a-recession-now-crap, etc. Bleah.
Sunday we celebrated my birthday a week early with a dinner at Bravos, and then my gifts: new luggage! Desperately needed, as even though my old luggage is perfectly fine, it weights about 1293 lbs EMPTY. And as the weight limit for airlines is MUCH less than that, packing for longer trips has been difficult. It’s FANCY new stuff, too. Swiss! And bright emerald green! *love*
I got not a stitch of knitting done the whole trip. I KNOW! We were so crazy busy that I just never got the chance, and in the evenings we were all so exhausted that we passed out quickly. So I am behind…but as I’m not knitting any christmas gifts…it doesn’t matter! Oh glory be!
But now we’re home and back to our regular schedule. I hope everyone had a very nice holiday full of friends and family and good food!
Coming soon: an unneccessarily long video of my brother making sangria. As soon as I can get it to convert the file without crashing my laptop.
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“big dicks.” heh heh.
it was the joke of the entire weekend. “hey, you want to go to the mall? they have BIG DICKS there!” “hey look, there’s the BIG DICKS!”
these jokes were mainly told by me, and I seemed to be the only one laughing, but DON’T LET THAT FOOL YOU! It was hilarious.
#1 - I’ll have a dirty martini
#2 - Pictures of the luggage or it didn’t happen
#3 - WHERE is this BIG DICKS store? I like to go look at big dicks.
When I first moved to Windsor there was a bar near the university called Big Dicks. Since then, the Big Dicks people have opened up two more bars in the same block: Twig ‘n’ Berries (a fake Irish pub) and the one that wins hands down for most tasteless, Liquor Box. It’s the triumvirate of crotch joke kiddie bars.
Your Faithful Readers all cry “Hooray! She didn’t die!”
And re Jodi’s bar names: I thought you had to be older than oh say, TWELVE to have a bar. But maybe not.
Pictures of the big Dick’s or that didn’t happen either ~grins~