I’m eager to experience a Thanksgiving somewhere other than Portland. I can’t wait to hang out with my gal pal Claudia.
We met ages ago (1992) and became friends one day by sitting on a straw mat in her kitchen and smoking pot and drinking tea all afternoon (as well as talking and laughing our asses off). It was the beginning of a beautiful 15 year friendship.
She came to visit me last year for Thanksgiving and I’m returning the favor this year. She told me she’s got the hot tub all ready, and we’re going on a cave tour. I cannot friggin wait. I hope it’s like the cave tour in League of Gentlemen. That would rock.