No more pumpkin
And with that, Simon is gone. Last night was such a treat, especially since I opted out of acting like an ass (it’s really too easy for me, I don’t need alcohol hurrying things along), and went to bed early, since it kinda hurts to breathe. I got to hear sirens and helicopters and people screaming outside my dorm all night. Yaaay.
But enough of that. Halloween is over. People are stumbling out of whatever holes they woke up in, putting on pants and officially freaking out about Christmas. Christmas is a long way from my mind, but the next vacation time is nigh, and I have set my sights on looking forward to it. Yay Thanksgiving. There’s something about November that just kind of screams holidays (or more appropriately, the beginning of the end of the semester). It’s definitely not the cold though, since down here, it just stopped sweltering. It better cool down soon, though, because I bought this wicked cute coat that I’m really trying to wear, and I’m tired of looking like a jackass in 60-degree weather with a dang trench coat on.
No, it’s something far more than the cold that puts me in a holiday state of mind. Come November 1st, the inaugural turkeyfest begins on the Food Network. It’s basically a month of every food personality on the channel friggin beating a dead horse about how to cook a turkey. We get it. Turkey. Oven. Thanksgiving. We don’t need to fry it, or brine it, or smoke it in a smokehouse built specially for the occasion. Also, as of late, there have been increasingly ridiculous attempts to get Rachael Ray to jam Thanksgiving preparation into half an hour. Finally, last year, they gave her a dang hour. That’s like, all day for her! And it still looked gross. There are just some things you can’t simplify without totally killing. Thanksgiving is one of those things. So, here I am, waiting with bated breath for the moment I can pack up, go home, and get totally sick of turkey until next year with my family. Ahhh November.
And with that, I leave you with a lovely post-Halloween haiku:
Pumpkin in the trash
Too much turkey on TV
Paula hates her heart
By Paula hates her heart, you mean the 4 sticks of butter that are automatically put into every recipe she makes, right?
Comment by Emma — November 1, 2007 @ 10.22 am
I was actually perfectly sober when I called you and stayed that way the whole night. If you need alcohol to act idiotic, you’re not trying hard enough. Hence, the perverted Mr. Rogers costume.
Comment by Fonvielle — November 1, 2007 @ 11.16 am
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Pingback by Family Vacations » Blog Archive » No more pumpkin — November 1, 2007 @ 12.05 pm
Yeah. She also likes cheese a lot. And meat.
Comment by Rachael — November 1, 2007 @ 4.33 pm
I have jackets that have been waiting for winter. I’ve worn them anyway and sweltered through the day. At least I looked cute though.
Comment by Noreen — November 3, 2007 @ 9.28 pm