The whole gang made our way to Kabby’s on Sunday for the second sorta-annual Holiday Brunch. I paced myself far better than thanksgiving so I wasn’t ill by the time is was over. I’m not sure which spread I liked better, as they both had pretty good grub. My only regret this time was that I didn’t see the prime rib station at Kabby’s until we were walking out the door – damnit!
It was a fantastic time if for no other reason than the following picture of Carlos doing the cabbage patch, which will forever be burned into my psyche:
Go Carlos! Go Carlos! Go Carlos!
Of course, I kid. He is actually “stretching his stomach” as per Debbie’s strategy for getting the most for our buffet dollar.
Also, it may look like Marshall is checking out Carlos’ ass, when in fact… oh who am I kidding, he’s checking out Carlos’ ass.
Holy copious amounts of food, batman! 1
Cheryll, Andy, Miss. Pat, Craig and I went to the Chatau Sonesta for Thanksgiving brunch today and honestly, I have never been in so much food induced pain in my life. I started it off with a sensible salad and grilled veggies. I saw Andy was eating and recommending the Eggs Pontchartrain so I got that on my next trip as a side dish to a plate of broiled shrimp, pecan crusted salmon and small tastes of cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes (to see if I wanted to go back for more.)
I rested, walked around for a bit and returned to the table with a plate of two big slices of turkey, prime rib, and a coupling of heaping mounds of cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes.
I went back for a waffle with a side of French toast trimmed with pecans, strawberries and syrup. I re-visted the bar for more turkey, prime rib, cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes before scavenging at the chocolate fountain where I speared amd smothered many pieces of poundcake, kiwi and strawberries; eating some there and bringing a few pieces back with my mint/chocolate/hazelnut mousse and bread pudding with white chocolate rum sauce.
After I exploded, Andy and Craig scraped the bits of me off the walls, put them in a box and brought them to my apartment where they slept, reformed and woke up a half hour after they were supposed to be at work.
1There’s so many lists of foods that I ate in this post, I’m not even going to try to fix the inevitably glaring comma splices so y’all will just have to deal with them.
Well, XMas was almost as exciting as Thanksgiving, except there was more Italian than Spanish.
Mom, Brother and I went to Venuzio’s (?, I cant remember – I suck) for lunch. It was good.. I got the Lasanga which was much bigger than I was expecting. Giftwise, I got a shirt from the parental unit, gloves from alberto and a “hot fireman calendar” from the white elephant party. That’s about it. Pretty depressing. Oh well, I didn’t buy anything for anyone this year, so I wasn’t expecting anything from them – really broke until I catch up my financial situation. I’m still paying ‘berto back from lending me money to move and my checks and bills aren’t timed right yet. Still about a 2 weeks behind on everything and they’re getting pissed.
I’m still thinking of my New Years Resolutions – I made good on my last ones (from 2003) so maybe the trend will continue if I do it again.
So far I have:
- Find a new job.
- Pay tickets
- Fix drivers license situation.
- Fix Defender game or get rid of it.
- Lose ~20 lbs.
Well, another Thanksgiving passes me by and another reminder of how fucked up holiday’s can be. Everyone I’ve spoken to, in real life or on-line has had some weird story to tell about how miserable their Thanksgivings are every year. This year, since my family has decided to be AWOL, I spent the holiday at Alberto’s mom’s house eating cuban black beans and turkey. Mmmmmm. Now, I’m sitting here listening to Slayer’s Rein In Blood.