Where I Was From

Thanksgiving

Here's the Rice family's cat barn on their property somewhere near Lansing, Michigan. (home of Fluffy, Cuddles Jr., Squish, Wiblet the lesser, and Cuddles Sr.)




Borrowed Uncle: So what do they eat for Thanksgiving dinner in California? Tofu?
Company: (hahaha)
Me: Actually...yah.
Company: (embarrassed silence)

My sister just had to pick this year to go vegan.

Thanksgiving was grand and I got to see The Twelfth Night performed by an all-male troupe from Russia before we headed east to land o' Sufjan. The Shakespeare racket in this town is intense. They have an insanely ritzy theatre modeled on the Globe out at Navy Pier, though the people in the front get to sit down, and sadly refrain from snarfing hazelnuts or heckling the actors.

I didn't manage to learn how to play Euchre by the end of the tournament, but I tried my damndest. I just don't get along with card games. Anyone who's seen the stash of aces of hearts in my desk drawers knows that. Where did I find all of those? I don't even know. They just turn up.

Labels: travel

posted by Leah @ 6:47 PM