I got in to San Francisco at midnight on Tuesday night. We went straight back to the Enskies' house and I promptly fell asleep.

On Wednesday, I watched seven episodes of Star Trek the Next Generation while Val went to work. I thought I would only watch one, maybe two, maybe three...and then my maybes became seven. Oh well...I was on vacation.

On Wednesday night, we went downtown in search of healthy food that would prepare us for the overindulgence that is Thanksgiving. We went to La Vie, an organic vegetarian restaurant. We sampled their entire menu of wine, and I ate the best miso soup I've ever had.

After dinner, we saw For Your Consideration, which was pretty funny.

On Thursday, we went to Thanksgiving dinner at the house of Adrienne & Val's family friends, the Cuvados. We played games and ate too much, and our main course was marinated turkey. It was very windy outside.

Two problems with Thanksgiving: 1. No yams, stuffing, or green bean casserole. 2. No leftovers. To remedy these problems, Val and I spent Friday planning, shopping, and cooking for Thanksgiving: Round Two. We stuffed a chicken with my first ever home made stuffing and served it with green bean casserole, yams, roasted potatoes, carrots, and celery. And, of course, home made gravy. Mmmm.

Here is our stuffed chicken.

And here's the cute dinner table Val set for us.

On Saturday we picked up breakfast and coffee from my favorite coffee shop in Felton. That's a joke because there are two coffee shops in Felton. Later that day we went to the Natural Bridges park to see the migrating monarchs hanging out in the trees and take a short walk on the beach. Then we went to dinner on the wharf. Mmm, steamer clams. Val's friend Lisa came over that night and we all drank a little too much and got no sleep what so ever.


Sunday was very lazy but I didn't really sleep in like I had planned. We lounged around all day, stopped by In & Out Burger, and went to the airport. My flight home was late and tiring, and then it started snowing on I-5 on my drive home at 3am. Woo hoo.

So Mission: Thanksgiving was a success, and it marks my last trip to Santa Cruz for a long, long time. Val will be here in four days!!


Quick Grammar Lesson for Idiots

Apostrophes do not belong in plural nouns, except in some cases.

Your Myspace page should not read "New Pic's," but rather, "New Pics."

The exception is for acronyms, symbols, or digits referred to in the plural, such as "CPU's" or "A+'s"

Apostrophes do not belong in third person present verbs. For example:

"She like's me" should be written "She likes me," unless your intention is to say, "She like-is me," which, even a contraction, makes no sense.

The word "its" defies the rules.

When something belongs to it, the word is written "its." No apostrophe.

The leaf fell from its branch.

When using the word as a contraction for "it is," give it an apostrophe.

It's a beautiful autumn day.

Their = belonging to them [Give them their things.]
They're = contraction for "they are," which, in fact, does deserve an apostrophe [They're waiting]
There = a place or destination [Put the things there.]

Please stop with the grammar fuck-ups. You people are killing me.


Three Degrees of Separation Between My Cribbage Friend and I, Discovered Via Message in a Bottle

Okay, so you remember my cribbage friend Frank, the one I met playing yahoo cribbage, and how he lives in Oahu?

So I'm on his myspace reading his blog post about a friend who, while home for his WEDDING near CARLTON OREGON came upon a bottle with a message in it. The bottle was four years old and from a young girl in Yamhill. His friend goes home to Oahu and responds to it, pretending to be a 16 year old boy from Hawaii. He sends the letter, and the media finds out, prompting a news story and several other news stations to pick up the story and contact his friend. All this I learned from Frank's myspace post, "I Laughed So Hard I Almost Crapped my Pants" as well as the video that is posted on it.

Then I read the next post on his blog, which describes the news stations calling Frank's friend, who mistakenly gave his real address, and in the end had to confess to the interviewer that he was really a 34 year old guy trying to give a girl a nicer letter response than "I found your bottle a mile away in the same creek." I read this and watched the video on the post, only to realize that I recognized the photos of his friend's wedding, including the BRIDGE over A CREEK on which they were standing. To see the post and video, click here.

So, the guy who found the bottle was Tom, ANGELENE's sister Khara's now husband, and the bridge in the picture was in Angelene's parents' backyard in Carlton. This was such a strange connection to a friend I have never met, only online, and the way we met had nothing to do with any of these people or places. Totally tripped out.