Mmmmmm.... Darvocet.

It's been two days of Thanksgiving, really. The first day, out in Alameda at friends of a friend's house. Stressless and fun and without all the fucked up familial shit that the holidays have always come to symbolize for me. There wasn't even football. And that was fucking awesome.

We sat around, helped to cook, played video games (or, more honestly, I watched others play video games because I suck ass at them,) listened to music, smoked a little weed, drank beer and mulled wine and whiskey and watched the bird spin around on the rotisserie until it was a beautiful glossy crispy yum. Excellent food, great, mellow company and just a really nice way to spend the day.

And the sky was blue. It's been weeks since we've seen blue sky out here. SF winter likes to settle in to a grey sky continuously threatening to rain. Even when the air is still kinda warmish. Clearly, this was a special day. And for someone who hates the holidays, has always found them on the traumatic side, this was a fucking great thing.

Yesterday, we did the leftover thing. My housemate brought home so much food from her family thing and we invited a few friends over to help us eat them. More yum. We went through about five bottles of wine and at least one twelve pack of Bud and oh man, the fucking darvocets. What a lucid high. And even though I had drank sooooo much, I never felt drunk for a minute. Just kinda elated and loopy and smiley and talkative. And not the bad kind of talkative either. Right on.

A really decent ending to what had up to that been a very strange week.

And hooray for that.

And the Darvocets. Because, yay.