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Thanksgiving
I'd like to give thanks for one of the best days in a long time.
It started off at work, as most days do now. We had two trucks to do, but it went fairly well and we got out around normal time. We also got paid, so I got my first real paycheck of 2003. They're paying me 40 cents/hour more than they told me they would and someone screwed up on my hours from before I had my ID number, aparently. I only worked 7 days during the pay period (plus 3 hours during orientation), but my check says 64.75 hours. So, my check was a little bit more than what I expected my gross pay to be. I won't argue.
Got home around 7a.m. and Tracy got up not long after. We had the turkey stuffed and in the oven by 9:00. The bag said 4-1/2 to 5 hours, so we were expecting to eat around 2. The damn thing was done before 12. Luckily, we were obsessively checking it (9:15 - "I think the turkey's done!"), so we got it out before it got overcooked and managed to get everything else done about the same time. Everything turned out great, and we were both ready to explode by 1:00.
Mike called after we finished eating. Hadn't talked to him in a long time. I've been going to his parents for Thanksgiving and Christmas since I met him, but we didn't want to risk driving to Brandon this year because of the unregistered trucks and suspended licenses we have. It kind of sucks that we didn't see them, but Mike was determined to meet up with us, so he said he'd call after he did the dinner thing with his parents.
Tracy and I both called our folks. First time in a long time I've managed to talk to them without feeling like shit. Had a nice long chat with my sister, Val, too. It's weird - she's the oldest (12 years older than me), but I get along with her better than my other siblings. She's doing well. She said she's lost 50 pounds (!) but she still seems to only attract married men. She actually went out to lunch with one guy a couple times before finding out he's not only married, but is believed to have been cheating on his wife with someone else for the past year. Being the other woman isn't too bad. Being the other other woman isn't normally a good idea. ;-)
Tracy's dad told her he and his wife were going to come over Friday morning, so we cleaned up the house. It almost looks respectable now. Afterwards, I took a much needed shower, and Mike called as I was getting dressed to say he was on his way and to get directions. He kept rambling, so he kept missing turns because I couldn't get a word in edgewise. He finally showed up as I shaved for the first time in weeks (still need to buzz my hair). We talked for a little bit, then he took us over to his apartment where we proceeded to do shots of Jack - three each in the first fifteen minutes there. Also played a bit of Manhunt. That is one seriously fucked up game.
I reached the point of being incapable of memory just before we went to Lakeland to visit Tracy's friend, Christina. There's a picture of me sleeping on her floor, but I still deny being there. Apparently we went back to Mike's after that, but my memory doesn't pick up again until we got back home, which is a good thing, because I wouldn't want to forget my first threesome...
So, yeah, good day. Wouldn't change a thing.
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