The dessert party was cancelled due to my cold-ling. (The -ling signifies that it's only the slightest effect of a cold. Cold-ette would also be appropriate). Guest D did come over, but she only lives a few blocks away. I have fulfilled my cookie, cake, and pie quota for the rest of the holiday season.
There was no mashed cauliflower at Thanksgiving at my parents' house. My brother also told my mother that I had been making a stink on my website about this. Since she doesn't know a URL from an HTTP, I thought that would be my little secret (shared with the whole world).
Thanksgiving was nice. Just nice. I had this nagging feeling that it would be better to spend the holiday itself with Brian. On Friday my father and I rode the PATH train in to the newly-reopened World Trade Center station. The experience was very disorienting--I was trying to figure out if the massive escalator bank is in the same location. (As far as I can tell, it is). I had forgotten how often I used to take the train into and out of the Manhattan by that route.
