Thanksgiving was at a friend's house. Carrying everything on the subway wasn't that bad... and I was probably grinning like an idiot the whole way. There weren't too many people out and about Wednesday night, but I did get a few smiles & nods from people, and a comment of "Hey, there goes a beef stew!" (Actually, it was a jug of cider, in a giant soup pot, but close enough.)
We ran to the store for a few last ingredients, made the meatballs for the wedding soup, and watched Howl's Moving Castle. My friend has a giant tv, and the movie was just beautiful on there.
I slept on the couch, and the next morning got up and immediately started the soup. Two more friends joined us, and we kept cooking - it was really fun. We mostly knew what we were doing, and when we didn't we just made it up... or called various mothers. (By the way, to my mother - THANK YOU, you saved our turkey. None of us thought to cover it up, and since the timer never popped it would have been really dry if we hadn't put that foil over the top as soon as you suggested it.)
After dinner/between courses/during dessert we watched Firefly.
No one wanted to leave at the end of the day, but eventually it was time to go or we'd miss the last train out. So off we went, carrying more weight than we'd brought. Leftovers are so exciting.
Impressive!!! Nicely done!!!
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