Thanksgiving was such a lovely day!
We started by taking the boys to a neighborhood Thanksgiving parade (i.e. the adults drink Bloody Marys while the kids run around). I love this town.
The evening turned out to be just as crazy as I suspected it would. I got several texts asking me if I had room at the table for one more in the hours leading up to the feast.
Once you reach 20 guests, what’s another person?
I was extra happy when Dr. Ken asked if he could join. Need he ask? Need anyone ever ask?
I felt a little bad asking him to pick up some ice-cream and whipping cream at the store, given that he subsists on raw meat and green vegetables and would frown on all the carbs and pasteurized dairy, but he wanted to know if I needed anything …
He arrived and asked if there was anything he could do to help.
Well, the pole could use setting up.
What could be more fun than struggling with the pole for an hour? It seems easy but is a perplexing puzzle every time. I’m happy to have it back up, though. Thanks, Ken!
Ken informed me that my pole was bent. How’d that happen?
I’m fairly certain that my fireman spins didn’t cause any warping.
But do you know what? I don’t care. It still works fine and I consider it the price of having Ken
entertain me work out on the pole. Worth it.
He could make a second career as a stress tester for pole manufacturers.
I’ve been training for my shoulder mount and Harmy’s Sidecars gave me the liquid courage (stupidity) to bust one out. While stuffed full of food. And drunk. And wearing a dress.
But I got it! It was ugly and I ended up hanging upside down by my ankles with my dress around my head, but it was my first successful mount. Woot!
I ended up with a nasty pole hickey, though.
The entertainment has gotten so much better at my parties since I took up pole dancing.
I was extra happy when Lemony and Joe showed up to have a few cocktails with us, which is why I am hung over today and really glad Lonny stayed up to clean the kitchen.
Harmy and I decided that we’d be better off taking the kids to the zoo where they could run around like maniacs rather than trying to contain them in our homes.
Unfortunately I don’t have any crap to cut today, but I killed this week. What I didn’t do was get anything new. Black Friday can suck it! I’d rather hang out with my kids.
I was thinking that I’d throw a party for my One Year Anniversary of Cutting the Crap, but I think I need a little break from partying. My liver can’t handle it and I’m tired.