Happy Thanksgiving
First post from Brian’s apartment. I’m watching him try on the sixth sweater. I think we finally have something that he thinks looks ok. But so did the other five. We were supposed to watch the parade from his friend Steven’s father’s apartment on Central Park West, but I think we’re going to miss most of it. We’re looking at the turkey on television right now. Brian loves the turkey.
After Steven’s father’s apartment, we’re heading to Massapequa for dinner at Brian’s cousin Cheryl’s house, which involves driving his brother Craig and his mom out there (remember, I got the car detailed last week for Brian’s mom), then we’re coming back to the city for dessert with Brian’s Aunt Lynn. Cheryl is mom’s family. Lynn is dad’s family. They’re divorced. I’ve already met mom’s family, at Rosh Hashana. This is my introduction to dad’s family, including dad’s girlfriend, who is younger than me. (Brian and I are separated by the same number of years as dad and Alice, but that doesn’t innoculate Brian from comments about my age.)
I think we’re finally ready to leave. Brian is dressed, but now he’s cleaning gum out of the carpet, which I allegedly brought in on my shoes. Thank God for scotchguard.
Ok, time to go. Brian is finally ready. Happy Thanksgiving!