Talking Turkey

This year my folks and I went over to my Tito Boy's house for Thanksgiving. Since Roz wasn't going to be able to make it home this year, we brought Pogie (our beloved golden retiever) over and I'm pleased to report that he was on his best behavior.
Once we had eaten our fill me, Jason and Jame's retired to the living room to watch some football as well as ESPN2's World Series of Poker marathon, while our parents remained in the kitchen catching up on the latest local gossip. Eventually, they made their way into the living room as well, where we then took turns slipping in and out of consciousness.
Later on that night I dropped my parents home and then made my way over to my Tita Lorna's house, where I caught up with Rupert and Bong and the rest of the Aguila clan for more eating. Afterwards, we managed played some poker where I finished second to Uncle Bon on a silly all in bet on a pair of Jacks (he had a pair of Queens).
Finally, Terrence was kind of enough to pick me and Rupert up to go over to Murphy's Law, to meet up with the Pinero's (Allen, Alfredo, Roseanne and Brian) for some after eating drinks. I was surprised to see how empty the bar was but when I was informed that all draft beers were 2 for 1 I got over it.

The great thing about Thanksgiving, besides the binge eating with your relatives which then leads to more binge eating with your friends' relatives (in between turkey comas), nothing beats the leftovers. At no other time of the year (at least at my house) can one feast be extended and enjoyed over the subsequent weeks that follow that holiday quite like the aftermath of turkey day.
Normally I don't get too whimsical about food but in this case I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anticpating packing my dinner for my evening meal breaks at work this week, due in large part because I've been eating way too much fast food lately.

Time to get some shut eye but before I do, I better take out the trash.

Midnight Madness

There's no sense beating around the bush so I'll get right to it. I went to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last night/this morning at the Island 16 Delux multiplex by my house.
But being a certifiable 'Potterhead' plus being a compulsive movie goer, I simply had no choice but to be amongst the first to see this latest adaptation of JK Rowling's juggernaut series. Then again I knew I was getting off of work at around 11 so I figured why not? So I went to the theater before I went to work (around 2pm) and it was a good thing I did because one of the tow showings was already sold out. After purchasing my ticket the cashier advised me to get to the theater early, "People are goin nuts over this movie." Nuts indeed. And yes I realize that I am a dork. But most of you knew that already.
Don't worry I don't plan on getting carried away and spoil any of it for you that are fellow fans of the books and or the other movies.
All I'll say is that it Goblet of Fire is the Empire Strikes Back of the Harry Potter realm. And that's saying something considering how much I regard "Empire." I also feel the analogy is appropriate because, as one of the movie's tag lines says: "Everything is about to Change", that's exactly how I felt way back when after hearing Darth Vader offer up his dirty little secret to Luke.

Anyway that's all for now, cheers!

Catching my breath

My social calenday has never been more busier than it has been the last 6 weeks. The final stats are as follows: 2 weddings (Congrats to Greg and Amy Gatta as well as Joe and Marigrace Feliciano) 1 bachelor party (in honor of the aforementioned Joe Feliciano), a wedding shower (future congrats to K and Allen Malabuyoc er Pinero) and unfortunately a Wake (Regalle, my thoughts and prayers go out to you and your loved ones).
From Ithaca to Atlantic City it feels like I've been on tour with some obscure novelty band for the better part of the Fall. And although I'm lighter in the wallet, I've been treated to a lifetime's worth of memories. From seeing and celebrating with friends I hadn't seen in ages to gambling with reckless abandon, I feel like I've seen and done it all these last few weeks.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to catch up on some overdue zzzz's.

Atlantic City Or Bust...

"I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friends and shake their hands and watch as we all get titties in our faces! I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope."
- Red (from the Shawshank Redemption)

Ok, maybe I edited that quote just a tad but I did so because it's one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies of all time and I feel that it captures how I am feeling right now as I finish packing for Joseph Raymond Feliciano's bachelor party!

Add to the fact that Mr. Joey Mirador (and driving no less!) will be making it out for the occassion! I guess the witness relocation program let him out for the special festivities, I think it's safe to say that this will be a weekend unlike any other. And yes I am aware that I am yelling.

May God help us all.