From the moment Husband and I landed at Skyharbor, I was immediately surrounded by love. Our dear friend Joe greeted us at the gate with big smiles. He knew this was going to be an epic week. We walked outside, and it was raining. In Phoenix. It was cold, and dark and if you know anything about me- you know that cold, dark, rainy days make me happy.
Tomo. It's been that way for 6 years prior to us moving to Italy. So, not one to break tradition we piled into the cars and headed to see Bryan. Even though Husband and I were pretty exhausted from our trip back, we made it through yet another night at Tomo. Sake, beers, sake, beers, sushi, sake, and beers. That's how it goes and boy did it go!
I guess you can say that Ohge kicked off the crazy party time. He got in on Tuesday night after a few of us went up to Jerome for a relaxing wine tasting event. It's been almost 3 years since I've seen him and the minute he stepped into the party pad- life got instantaneously better!
He has that aura about him and it's one of the things I love most about Ohge. No matter when, where, or who is around he can make you laugh until your sides split. Never a dull moment and always a great time. I did make the mistake of leaving the boys unattended for a good 20 minutes that night. When I walked into the kitchen, there was broken glass being shoved down the garbage disposal and some gelatinous matter spattered all over the refrigerator. That, and Husband was dripping in fancy liquid hand soap? Nobody could explain what happened... so that's that.
Wednesday morning was tough. It looked like a zombie apocalypse in the living room. There were so many bodies strewn across the furniture, painful grunts and moans breaking through the Archer that was on TV. I knew that as much as they would gag at the thought of putting food in their bellies, these boys needed sustenance and needed it pronto. Ben's Bagels is the one place that can make Husband's gnarly hangover less torturous... that and copious amounts of Pedialyte.
Wednesday night, Thursday, and Friday all seemed to run together in my mind. I think it's safe to say that we partied for the next three days like motherfucken rock stars.
Our Thanksgiving: The Highlights
Seeing as how this post has taken me weeks to compose and the fact that it is already bordering on novel status, I'm going to cut to the highlights and then throw in mad amounts of pictures.
-Dinosaur Dick is our Thanksgiving mascot now. We found him in a toy bucket that was hidden in the party pad. He does not eat guacamole so do not give him any no matter how much he begs. He is such an attention whore but I must admit, he has wicked style when it comes to party hats. Do not confuse him for Dragon Dick or Banana Dick.
-We are a typical family. We fight, we make up, we feed each other, we drink, we sing, we scream, and holy hell do we dance!
And so yea, that's basically what happened this Thanksgiving.
Sorry it took me so long to get this post up.
More to follow from the rest of the trip, as it slowly makes its way from my short term memory loss.
Oh, and what I'm most thankful for this year:
The truly amazing people I have in my life.
They support and encourage me no matter what and I'm so grateful to be a part of their lives.
I love you guys.