I've learned that if you whine enough publicly, things might happen. All joking aside, I'm very excited to be able to go home for Thanksgiving, courtesy of Whitney and my parents buying a plane ticket this late in the game. For one, it's eased the stress of the long-distance that Whitney and I've been struggling with and it's given me some stuff to look forward to. I'd made tentative plans to go down to the city for the Macy's parade and eat with some friends here, but going home is quite exciting.
Since I realize that everyone reads my weblog (as evidenced by everyone knowing i was sick and telling Whitney last night at Macon Greyson) then I hope to see everyone whilst home. I know the Hoov will be home from Cali, Steve is coming in from Chicago, and Trey is sticking around to see me. Now if I can just get Lee to call me back...
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you forgot to say that this is the chicken i wrestled down for us to cook on Thanksgiving. well, you can cook it, since you know how to do everything now... :)
i'm really glad youre coming home.
Posted by: whitney at October 21, 2006 07:02 PM
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Posted by: Hoover at October 22, 2006 07:34 PM
i'm happy to come see you too, whitney.
and adam, i plan on smoking myself sick.. perhaps an opus x? ha.
Posted by: regan at October 24, 2006 05:51 PM
Does Whitney smoke (yet)?
And if you really want to smoke yourself sick, you should smoke a Macanudo. I know your body.
Posted by: Hoover at October 25, 2006 01:03 PM
we can't buy smokes in the mall anymore, that's sad.
whitney says she won't kiss me if i smoke, but we just need to a glass of sangria into her. haha.
Posted by: regan at October 25, 2006 07:37 PM