DALY CITY, CALIF.—I arrived at SFO last night without delay, thank goodness. I had a hearty dinner with my folks, and later met up with Subarna. We caught up over coffee and stacks of magazines—a beloved pastime—at the Barnes & Noble in Colma.
What am I thankful for this Thanksgiving? “So many things, really. The smell of jasmine. A kitten’s purr. In Style magazine. Telemundo” (Jack, W&G, “Homo for the Holidays”). But seriously, folks: right now I’m very happy with my life. I’ve been lucky, blessed, whatever you want to call it. I have my health, a decent job, a roof over my head, caring friends and family, and a wonderful boyfriend. I’m getting a little teary thinking about it. Life is good.
Lastly, to help us all navigate through the obligatory family holiday gathering, I leave you with the New Yorker’s “Thanksgiving Rules Revised.” Funny, because it’s true.
Happy Thanksgiving!
[Update: Oh, and Tivo. Yes, I’m thankful for TiVo. Here I am at my parents’ house—sans cable and TiVo—and more than once, I’ve turned on the TV, wondered what program was on, and grabbed the remote instinctively looking for the “Info” button. Or tried to pause and rewind live TV. Alas.]
So sweet. I love you. And miss you.
Speaking of TiVo, where were we recently—a play or concert or movie?—when I found myself reaching for the nonexistent remote because I wished to rewind a particularly funny bit to see it again, and then cursing because life doesn’t come with TiVo? Oh, was it Girls Will Be Girls?