Turkey Day has come and gone...
Well, a quick update on my life since I got back from Louisiana. I came home the day before Thanksgiving and Adrienne came in to visit me! We caught up on some much needed alone time together and fell asleep in each other's arms. When that girl hugs...she hugs you like there's no tomorrow. We went to my uncle's to partake in some traditional T-Day grub. I come from a very "huggy" family, which took Adrienne by surprise. LOL

We went to her family's house later that evening, and spent some quality time with her mother, sister, grandparents, and family friends. The highlight of the evening was when she mistook my triple Jameson on the rocks as apple cider. She took a big swig and almost died! LMFAO. Whiskey can be a bit much when you are expecting it...let alone when you aren't. She took it like a trooper though.
Friday, we went into NYC, where Adrienne got us tickets to go to the "Top of The Rocks". We walked around the center for a while, dodging in and out of stores, while watching people ice skate.

We went to the 70th floor and just stood there looking at the city beneath us. It's amazing to see the swarms of people below. We bought our first Christmas Tree ornament to mark the occasion. One of many to come I hope. Of course, I had to stop and take Adrienne in my arms, kissing her on the "top of the world".




That's my girl!!!
We grabbed lunch at a Japanese restaurant, where Adrienne tried a little bit of my dish (Chirashi) and merrily ate her own. We even got her a set of chopsticks with training wheels.
Later, we went to Central Park for some ice skating. I haven't been on the ice since I was 8...so I was a little nervous. The first pair of skates were too small, so my feet were killing me. The second pair were a little too big, and some of the hooks to tie them were missing. I had one wobbly ass right skate! Not something that instills confidence to say the least. All in all, I didn't do too badly...I only busted my ass once. Of course, I slammed into the wall half a dozen times. I have to say though, it was one of those memorable moments...holding hands and skating with my baby in Central Park. That's a memory I'll fondly look back on in the years to come. It has real potential to become a new "tradition" for me.

Saturday was pretty mundane, but Sunday we bought another Christmas ornament...this one is an Irish ornament, which will sit on top of the tree, just below the star. I thought it was a nice touch, to make it "Adrienne's tree". Sunday night we made some home made bread and Minestrone soup...while we drank two bottles of wine. The next day, we both suffered from it. So, as any responsible individual would do...we took Monday off! 
Monday, we bought our Christmas Tree, which I spent the next two hours making it "perfect". What can I say, I just want what any man wants...the "perfect" looking tree. Every man has a little bit of Clark Griswold (Christmas Vacation) or Mr. Parker (Christmas Story) in him.

That pretty much equates to me fucking with it over and over...making it "straight". At some point, I could see Adrienne was ready to kick me in my junk, so I decided to finish the job by using guide wires to get the tree into the "perfect" position. Two trunk cuttings, six shims, and at least 30 curse words later, the tree was perfectly straight...well almost. We're letting the branches settle and we'll decorate it this weekend. I'm just happy to report it is still standing, despite the dog constantly chasing the cat under it...and his "destructo tail" whacking it every time he passes by it.
Well, that's all for now...pictures of the actual tree will follow, providing it survives the cat, dog, and me until Adrienne's return so we can decorate it. Hope everyone had a good and safe Turkey Day!
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