After a delightful pre-Thanksgiving week in Santa Cruz, we were also looking forward to a delightful Thanksgiving weekend in Weehawken, NJ. We were not disappointed.
It started with an early morning Turkey Trot, in Butler. Here is the intrepid crowd that showed up for the 5K.
It was a bracing morning, but sunny and bright. Kit started out at a strong pace, and finished 4th. Note Terisa in the background. She had a little cowbell (a little bell or a bell from little cows? We report, you decide) that she rang in support of all of the participants. Disappointingly, we could not find a vuvuzela for her to blow.
Lynne ran a measured pace and finished exactly as she had hoped: upright and smiling.
Then Kit and Gabe went to a gigantic grassy park in Jersey city to play in the annual Turkey bowl. There were at least a dozen games going on all over the park. Very inspirational. I forgot to take pictures, but our game looked something like this. This is what Kit looked like on the first play from scrimmage:
Here I am making my one and only interception.
The guys we played against were young and big and strong and fast.
But the old adage about age and cunning winning out over youth and vigor proved true. Again.
Anyway, much to the chagrin of the ambulance trolling in the park, nothing got sprained. For the next two days, however, I kept feeling muscles I didn't remember I had...
Lynne's first turkey was a spectacularly delicious success,
and the feast was beautiful and delicious, in that order.
After, we went on the traditional waddle, er, walk, to look at the Manhattan skyline. Never get tired of this view across the Hudson.
For dinner-dessert, there was pie, tastefully provided by the Weehawken Pie Cabal.
A James Bond movie rounded out turkey-day festivities. Can anyone shoot his cuffs with as much class as Bond?
Yes, we went into Manhattan on Black Friday. Kit's driving and parking skills are epic.
But rather than shop, we went to the Museum of Natural History. It was mobbed.
The dinosaurs were cool.
The meteorites were coolest.
Then we took the subway downtown. The subways are full of local thugs and bearded tough guys (yes, Kit has a beard--looks pretty good, too.)
We tried and failed to win lottery tickets to Newsies on Friday, so we went home and played Pit, the action-filled trading floor game.
True to form, in anything that verges on investments, stocks, bonds or wealth-building, I can unerringly pick the absolute loser.
On Saturday, we went back to the Newsies lottery for the matinee. We had six people, and drew out six seats! How lucky is that? Well, someone had to win them, why not us? We think it was a turkey miracle.
We had pizza at John's (thanks, Eric!),
and then crowd-wrestled our way around Times Square for a while.
The excitement of New York is narcotic, but especially at holiday time. And what says happy holidays better than naked cowboy?
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Made you look! (but we did see naked cowboy at Times Square. New York is a whale of a town!)
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