My Favorite Holiday

Steve: "I'm fricking starving."
Greg: "Go get some food, a$$hole."

This is my last day in New York for a while. I'm going home for Thanksgiving, and then I've taken a job out of town for a couple months, so I'm savoring my last moments here. Savoring, as in, I'm spending all day cooped up in a former vault answering telephones.

Thanksgiving is a great holiday. My favorite I think. There's nothing else like it. Well, the problem though, is that I don't think Thanksgiving ever really lives up to the way the movies and books make it seem. I want a huge extended family gathering, lots of kids and aunts and uncles running around, dogs upending tables, babies crying, wine flowing like water ... you get the drift.

I mean, come on. Look at the classics: Hannah and Her Sisters of course! It's brilliant and such a wonderful Thanksgiving movie. Gosh, I can't wait to watch it. And, for some reason, Home Alone has been in my mind all day too. "Keviiiiiin!"

So, get ready. Put on your holiday socks, poke another notch in the belt (you know you'll need it, if not Thursday then over the next month or so), and uncork a bottle of Pinot.