Thanksgiving

Well, I've just returned from bit of a whirlwind trip to Fozzie Bear's Spawning Ground, where I was introduced to his extended family. An overwhelming experience, but a delightful one, nonetheless.

We flew out of La Guardia Airport on Thursday morning, hoping to avoid the holiday travel madness, which we did, for the most part. Immediately upon arriving at the Spawning Ground, we made for his mother's house, and I got to meet both his mom (who, I'm happy to report, I j'adore and j'adores me in return) and his oldest brother, who is recently returned from Iraq.

After introductions, we made a beeline for our hotel to check in and get in a quick nap before the Thanksgiving Madness kicked in.

Good thing we did, too, 'cuz the rest of the weekend was a mad riot of family, friends, parents of friends, family friends and family. It was a wonderful study in how human beings will create families for themselves, whether they have families of their own or not.

I got to meet a slew of Fozzie's friends, including his best friend ever and her hubby and baby. Adorable folk, all.

Now I'm happy to be home and looking forward to hitting my bed.

I came to the realization about halfway through the weekend that, no matter how nice the people you're meeting, no matter how far out of their way they go to make you at ease, there's still enormous pressure to make a good impression.

Probably pointless pressure, mind you, but there nonetheless. I mean, after all, you want the people who love the person you love to like you, right?

All in all, I had a great time, and really enjoyed meeting such a bevy of nice folk.