The past several days have presented a perfect storm 'o goodness. It started Wednesday with my drive over the river and through the woods (aka: to grandmothers house we go - [the song] for you youngin's) and only one other driver pissed me off. Which would be a stellar day by any measure, but on Thanksgiving Eve with all of the
|GinCat, moi & JH - 8th Grade|
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Thanksgiving morning I was pryed from the grips of the Sandman by the sounds and scents of Nana in the kitchen (this was Nana's 65th year making Thanksgiving!). I'm not much of an early bird, left to my own devices, but a scent-y combination of everything that is good and holiday holy? Hellz yeah I was up and at 'em.
(any guesses on what a BBG doesn't eat?)
I enjoyed, and was thankful for another special day spent with family. Of course I ate entirely too the fuck much, but isn't that what you're supposed to do? I feel like on Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving you should go back for seconds.
Friday brought my friend Potatohead into town for the 109th OSU/michigan match up being played at the 'Shoe. Potatohead is somewhat of a pied piper bringing several old friends/co-workers together for some booze-y shenanigans. The visit included; Kot, one of my birthday buddies (when we worked together there were four of us who had a birthday over 5 sequential days-- yes, that was a pretty tipsy week too) who ended up marrying my friend since childhood, GinCat (pic above), LRac and Uncle Buck. (Side note: Uncle Buck is the only code name I'm unhappy with. Uncle Buck used to be fat and put you in the mind of the then alive John Candy. Uncle Buck is now thin and in no way makes me think of John Candy, but I have yet to concoct a new code name.) Oh, and the 2002 Buckeye National Championship team:
Randomly our first spot was the site of a shindig honoring the team, a fitting way to start michigan weekend. While O - H-ing with some BCS champs helped set the tone for The Rivalry, so did sticking my tongue out at three big blue and maize'd up guys... and then giggling at them.
Later we found ourselves migrating to LRac's bar downtown. Know what's good about a friend who owns a bar? Everyfuckingthing. Super sneaky easy parking. Reserved and waiting seating at a prime table. Waitstaff that is johnny on the spot and access to a private bathroom. All was on the up and up, photos were taken, laughs were had, beer consumed and then I broke for a smoke. Outside I met two members of a bachelor party also taking a smoke break. We ended up chatting for a moment, one was from Dayton
Saturday marked 15 years since I received a middle of the night call telling me LB2'd's water had broken. It's mind boggling to think that tiny lil' baby I held within minutes of drawing his first breath is 15.
It was a banner day 'round these parts for other reasons too, mainly The Ohio State Buckeyes putting together a perfect season (12-0) under a first year coach, Urban Meyer and beating michigan:
A few days in November.
I only missed one F.
...I'll get to workin' on that.