Let me tell you a story about the mines. (it's okay if you aren't one of the priviledged few who understands that) Ahh Thanksgiving. A time to be thankful. A time to eat. A time for family. A time to eat. Sadly, it has come and gone and is only a fleeting memory lost in the sea of our thoughts (mere puddles for some). While not with my own family, I was taken in by another family. This story starts out in a town called Quogue. Quogue?! you may say! What is this Quogue you speak of. I tell you now, it is a place of beauty nestled in the middle of the Hamptons of Long Island. Now as soon as you get over your jealosy I will continue.
Alright. I was fortunate enought by the great generosity of a business associate friend of mine to take me in for the night. His family was lots of fun, and the morning after the meal turned out to be wonderfully mild and bright and sunny. So, we were able to check out the beach (one of my most favorite places in the whole wide world) and the beatiful town of Quogue. Oh what a joy it is to be able to spend some time in a real house and a real community (not to mention a very beautiful one at that).
Sadly, all must end as I take the bus back to Manhattan so that I can go look sexy at Abercrombie for four hours. Thus ends my Thanksgiving. Now, of course this is but an overview. I don't really feel like going into too much detail here.
I will leave you with a little advice. If you own a humidifier, and you have it on a table, do not put anything of value or necessity underneath the edge of that table. As I was about to jump into the shower to be all clean and hot-looking for work, I glanced in the direction of a dripping sound. Alas, my clothes for work that had been neatly stacked were being doused with warm water leaking from the humidifier. I proceeded to jump in the shower and shave, and then ran (literally) to the laundromat to dry my clothes making me a tiny bit late for work (something I do try to avoid if at all possible). Yes, a water emergency ocurred. Such a lame turn of events. As a consequence, my clothes were still a bit damp (not visibly so) and my only meal was a balance bar (pretty much for the whole day). Luckily this whole evening ended well with a lovely burger and a lovely dinner companion.
Live and learn people...live and learn. And, that is the story of the mines.
