The first USA Turkey Day we spent in NYC was with my roommate Mike, happyrobot's Kristen, and non-happyrobot Mark. No one knew how to cook a turkey and there was no furniture in Mark & Kristen's apartment. We ended up eating turkey on the living room floor. And drank a bottle of Bushmills.
Two years ago we ventured out to LA for USA Turkey Day. When you leave crappy and cold NYC and land at the Burbank airport - where it is sunny and warm... well, it's hard to argue with that.
We flew in the Wednesday before USA Turkey Day. LA had just had "torrential rain", but luckily it had stopped by the time we landed (especially since Burbank's baggage claim is basically outside). We spent the night with our pal Mark and his lady companion in Santa Monica. He made us pizza. He makes dough now. It's his thing.
The next day, USA Turkey Day (2008! (wooo!)) we sped over to Silver Lake for turkey at Kristys. Dinner started a bit late, so we had to keep ourselves occupied with deviled eggs, pickles, and wine. Oh, and champagne.
The Friday after USA Turkey Day is known as "Bloody Friday". It's the day where you drink bloody marys all day, eat leftovers, and watch James Bond movies. So, that is what we did. And sat in the hot tub. And ate. And drank. And napped. And drank. And ate. And drank. And ate.
