How I survived Thanksgiving.

The only clear goal in my head about Thanksgiving Day was the Macy's day parade. I had to make sure that I get a glimpse of those freakishly humongous balloon floats. (I have a thing for balloons). It was quite a challenge, to say the least. I had to battle my way through hundreds of people down 57th and 7th avenue; I was having flashbacks of the Halloween parade a month earlier. I don't really have a very good, uhm, "relationship" with parades, we just don't work together. for some reason, I always get crushed in a sea of tourists, fanatics, activists, nudists, etc. I didn't know I had the patience for it - Thank God I did. Otherwise, I would've strangled that loud Chinese guy to death. 

Three avenues, Four pieces of dumplings, and one apple pie later, We were headed out to our friend's house in Jersey for Thanksgiving dinner. Upon arriving in Jersey, we initially planned to get dinner at some really swanky TGI Friday's spot (notice my sarcasm) and retreat to Nicco's house for the night. The only problem was that everything was CLOSED. We were starving and desperate. In fact, we were so hungry that we convinced Angie to settle for a happy meal from McDonald's but even that was closed. We were losing hope of ever getting a nice Thanksgiving dinner that night. And in an attempt to boost our morale, I would go "well, at least we have apple pie!". On our last effort to look for a shining "bacon" of light, we stumbled upon a pub called John & Molly's, if my memory serves me right. To lo and behold, they were still serving dinner! we came in just 5 minutes before their kitchen was about to close. Thank God for John and Molly’s (or was it Molly and John’s?) 

This song was on repeat as we traversed the long and winding roads of New Jersey in search of food.

The next day, we went grocery shopping and started prepping for Black Friday brunch. Our menu was composed of a nice serving of fresh Salad, Sameer’s amazing red wine, Chicken Adobo with rice and oven-baked tomatoes, Apple pie and Angie's fruit mix concoction. Everything was just so perfect. It was simply a lovely, home-cooked meal. Thank God I didn’t screw up the adobo. After such an incredible feast, we just chilled and lounged around Nicco's living room. He strummed his guitar with sweet renditions of "sweet child of mine" and "Moonriver"... Its nice to be completely lazy after a huge meal - Heck its thanksgiving! who cares?

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I am so proud of my chicken adobo :)

I don’t deserve the things and the people in my life. I don’t deserve these blessings at all. And it’s times like this when you just sit and wonder to yourself: “how in the world did I get so lucky?”

Thank God for His Grace. I know it’s kind of late but, Happy Thanksgiving errbody!!! J