{"id":888,"date":"2006-11-27T11:13:22","date_gmt":"2006-11-27T15:13:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/11\/27\/thanksgetting\/"},"modified":"2006-11-28T13:55:10","modified_gmt":"2006-11-28T17:55:10","slug":"thanksgetting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/11\/27\/thanksgetting\/","title":{"rendered":"Thanksgetting"},"content":{"rendered":"

What a lovely holiday – despite the rain on the actual day itself. I arrived on Cape Cod on Wednesday. Leaving Boston at 6:45PM helped me miss all of the traffic and I was at my parents door within 90 minutes. We had pie, played Rummy and went to bed. Oh, and my parents posed for this photo of them with Dusty:<\/p>\n

\"Thanksgiving<\/p>\n

Thursday was a complete wash-out so my parents and I played lots of cards, ate lots of food and watched lots of movies. On Friday I finally went to see Borat. Not unexpectedly, I was disappointed. It seems that whenever I build up a movie in my head (and read all of the hype) I assume the film is going to be THE film to end all films. I enjoyed parts of Borat (and I loved the idea behind it) but it just wasn’t everything I’d hoped it would be (I still find Sacha Baron Cohen extremely talented).<\/p>\n

There were 6 people in the theater besides me. Two women, a husband and wife, and two late teenage girls. There was barely a snicker uttered by any of them for nearly half the movie. Then, when Borat and his manager do their nude wrestling scene, the husband and wife got up to leave. They walked\u00a0down 10 rows and tapped the shoulders of the teen girls and\u00a0pointed at the exit door. Within seconds, they got up and left, too. That left just three people in the theatre. I guess Cape Cod isn’t ready for this sort of movie.<\/p>\n

I had some fun on Friday night when I got together for dinner with Randy’s ex-boyfriend and his brother (and his brother’s boyfriend). The four of us ate at a Thai Restaurant in Hyannis (overlooking the airport). Actually, we were below the path to the runway (which was literally across the street). It was interesting to feel some shaking and then look out the window to see a plane about 50 feet above us.<\/p>\n

After dinner we headed over to the 477\/Mallory Dock (the midcape’s only gay bar). I’d not been there in over a decade. It was quite a culture shock after the bars in Europe and Boston (and even Ptown). We walked in (granted, it was early) and there were 6 or 7 men sitting at the bar. Every single one of them turned around as we entered and welcomed us. It was like we were a collective Norm, from Cheers. Anyway, we chatted with some folks seated next to us and had a good time. I headed out a bit early to go home to finish playing cards with my parents.<\/p>\n

I returned to Boston on Saturday (giving Randy’s ex, Chris, a ride up from Plymouth). Then I shopped and prepped for Sunday night’s Christmas Tree Decorating gathering (it wasn’t really a party at only 6 people). I picked Randy up from the airport on Sunday and then Randy, Bryan, Jason, Marin, Roger and Sven all decorated the tree with me, listening to holiday music, eating brownies, cookies\u00a0and gingerbread, and drinking wine, hot apple cider\u00a0and egg nog.<\/p>\n

The one thing I could have done without was the mocking of my decorations. Oh, and the fact they they all assumed I was the lightest guy there and decided to pick me up for the first photo.<\/p>\n

\"hoho\u00a0<\/p>\n

Here are some photos of Roger and Sven judging my ornaments<\/p>\n

\"hoho<\/p>\n

\"hoho<\/p>\n

Here’s Marin laughing (probably at one of my ornaments)<\/p>\n

\"hoho<\/p>\n

Here are some photos of the happy couples<\/p>\n

\"hoho<\/p>\n

\"hoho<\/p>\n

All in all, a great weekend to start off the holiday season.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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