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For the first time I had Thanksgiving dinner hosted by Biker, who lives a long bus ride north of me.
Biker apologized for the state of her house, but given the massive amount of cooking she did, her twelve-and-a-half hour workdays as a nurse, and her deeply autistic son, I couldn't find it in me to blame her.
I spent much of the evening listening to tales of nursing (Biker), working in restaurants (her non-autistic son), and feeling like a rich bitch. Shallow fashion details: black high-collared blouse with white accessories; white velveteen skirt with black trim; black leggings as ever this time of year; tall, pointy Fluevog Truth Brittany boots. In other words, I made an effort, but no one else really did.
The food, by the way, was pretty great. Biker cooked every last bit of it, enough for six people, including key lime cheesecake. (I cut up the sweet potatoes.) The bottle of mead that I brought from Mr B's* turned out to be just enough for the gathering. And then Biker drove me home, which I appreciated mightily because even with The Coat that would have been a long, chilly wait for the bus.
*The tiny little meadery in lower Fremont, just downhill from me, with amazing decor. Much ♥ to them.
Biker apologized for the state of her house, but given the massive amount of cooking she did, her twelve-and-a-half hour workdays as a nurse, and her deeply autistic son, I couldn't find it in me to blame her.
I spent much of the evening listening to tales of nursing (Biker), working in restaurants (her non-autistic son), and feeling like a rich bitch. Shallow fashion details: black high-collared blouse with white accessories; white velveteen skirt with black trim; black leggings as ever this time of year; tall, pointy Fluevog Truth Brittany boots. In other words, I made an effort, but no one else really did.
The food, by the way, was pretty great. Biker cooked every last bit of it, enough for six people, including key lime cheesecake. (I cut up the sweet potatoes.) The bottle of mead that I brought from Mr B's* turned out to be just enough for the gathering. And then Biker drove me home, which I appreciated mightily because even with The Coat that would have been a long, chilly wait for the bus.
*The tiny little meadery in lower Fremont, just downhill from me, with amazing decor. Much ♥ to them.
