Blanksgiving.

[tablesaw]

I went to see Tarkovsky's Solaris last night with veek. More on that when I've seen the new one, I think. In the meanwhile, it's time for sleep so that I can go to Thanksgiving dinner at my parents house for an overly rich Thanksgiving breakfast.

Veek is only in town for a little bit longer, and I need to show her around the carriage house. This sounds like a job for mini-party. I'm not working tonight or tomorrow night, so I think I'll call around and see if anyone wants to stop by tomorrow and have a nice get-together with leftover turkey and sodas. Also, there's this extremely gooey brie that I bought in a moment of cheesy weakness when I went to the Whole Foods for milk and bread. It must be eaten. Yes it must.

So friends, stalkers, sexy goddesses, lend me your rears, so I can put them in newly upholstered seats and make you play zombie games, or Trivial Pursuit, or the very scary "Men Are from Mars; Women are from Venus" game that I recently acquired. I ought to have some thematically linked name to the holiday it succeeds (like "Bitchgiving" or "Misgiving" or something) but I can't think of one.

Calls later. Sleep now.

Comments

[glowkitty]

Eek. I had the Men are from Mars game at one point. It was scary. It was also very short, so we had to play two or three trips around the board to make it worth our time playing it. I think I lost some pieces, though. Oh well; not a huge loss. I suppose it would be fun as an icebreaker for a group of people who didn't know each other real well, but in my group of friends, we all knew how each person was going to answer, so it wasn't much of a challenge.

[veek.livejournal.com]

Mood = Oceany, hmm. You're not planning a heist, are you?

Yeah, just let me know about the get-together. :)