Tha absolute best thing about this 4 day weekend was an evening with friends and a thanksgiving spread worthy of a Norman Rockwell painting.
The second best thing about this 4 day weekend was Myrt's homemade cranberry sauce with a chili kick.
The third best thing was brunch with mi bruncheros, only we were missing a few. But Mark and the Corkster were fine companions and I wish I hadn't run off when I did.
So I will not sully the above with a long whine about the pocket queens which were cracked 3 times, the pocket aces which were cracked, or the full house cracked by quads - all within ten hands at the Lucky Star. Nope. Not gonna talk about it.
