Thanksgiving: Comeuppance Edition

Ana barfed all day yesterday, which is ironic because a) she's Seinfeldian in her barfing tendencies; and b) it was Thanksgiving, which is a holiday formed around eating, which is one of her favorite pastimes. This can only mean that she was being punished by God.

Luckily for me, she felt good enough to still make it to dinner at the Tabard Inn, where I had this magnormous pork tenderloin chop. Unlucky for her, she had one bite of her meal and almost barfed. Not because it was gross.


Then she didn't feel up to going to Black Cat, which is a great DC tradition, but I did, so I left her at home. Shortly thereafter, Safia hijacked my phone and took some pictures:


Know who wasn't punished by God? Me

BRB Gotta Go Carpe Some Diem

October has been a busy month, what with the Depression upon us, and politicians serving themselves up on platters for comedians, and a new flavor of Goldfish being released: GOLDFISH XTREME FLAVOR BLASTED MONSTROUS MOZZARELLA STICK.

Eight-word review: Tastes like mozzarella sticks, and is sufficiently extreme.



The other thing about Goldfish is that you can go to their website, where you can play Goldfish-related games (Goldfish like to play basketball) with Finn (the mascot). My question: has anyone ever played these games? Is Goldfish worried that their delicious baked snack crackers are not enough, and as a result they're hedging their bets with some virtual games?

Last week we had a poker night at Matt's house (you'll remember him from Vegas this summer, a trip that we just recently decided to continue in perpetuity--particularly the part about him turning 30), and even though the odds were even for everybody starting out, he looked pretty dejected to start.


Maybe it was the fact that his hat wasn't made of gold


nor did it light up


Regardless, they have some quality can-insulators over at his house.



In other news Anne gave me this pin, which I agree with.