another Thanksgiving weekend in the books. a laid-back weekend (with a Friday of work squeezed in-between). simple lunch with family (though i prefer real cranberries instead of the canned ones). hours of sitting and watching movies, at home and at theaters (realized how much i love You’ve Got Mail). hoching bowl v (76-34, lots of inappropriate trash-talking, and knowing last year’s wasn’t the final one). thirty bucks for a steak dinner with wine (only in suburbia!). web stuff (i used lots of orange this time). a fine bottle of sauvignon blanc (kim crawford – no cork). a return to flushing (and the never-ending 7 ride). having dinner with jj and best hairstylist ever (just call her “noona”). seeing old friends (tubs, the “others,” and more). rethinking what wally said about having dreams (maybe it’s good to have them after all). inability to escape banality, but not minding a sentimental bid for thanks (to whom? doesn’t matter).