Wednesday I took Karri to LAX. It was significantly less crowded than I was expecting early in the afternoon. I then met my cousin for lunch in Glendale. We had a couple of margaritas and caught up. I don’t get to spend enough time with my extended family. I then went to Mom’s place, worked online a bit, and then to Montana’s for their annual pre-Thanksgiving party. I usually know a bunch of people from high school there, turns out I didn’t know anybody. Came home shortly thereafter.
Thanksgiving was spent at my cousin’s place in Orange County. There isn’t a younger generation in our family yet, so we still sit at the kids table outside. We’ve gone through a bottle of tequila every holiday for like the last seven years. I love them all and was happy to spend a day with them.
On the drive home I was flipping through artists in my Mom’s iPod and my name was in there. I expected to find a radio show or something, instead I found a 25 minute recording from 1984. It was my 3 year old voice with my young mother and (now dead) father. The last time I heard his voice was father’s day 1998. It hurt to hear it again. I feel so ripped off not getting to experience adult life with a father.
I wasn’t feeling very social anymore and decided to drive home that night mostly to spend some time thinking, but traffic is usually brutal heading out of LA the day after Thanksgiving so I wanted to avoid that too.
Came home to an apartment entirely re-floored. All new carpet and flooring. And a new fridge that doesn’t make noise. Maybe the next tenant will have a better experience here. My heart is pretty set on Colorado. I have always wanted to spend an entire winter in a ski town and am going to do it this one. I spent the day checking out rentals, and it’s looking like I’m going to end up in the Breck/Frisco area. Feels most like me.
Played the first event of the Bellagio Five Diamond series today, a $540 NLHE tourney that drew 230+ runners. I never had anything, got a pair of jacks and ran them into aces in level 6. When I got home I grabbed my truck keys, found it odd that I found one set in my safe instead of two, threw my skis into the bed, unlocked and opened the driver’s door. First time I’d been in my truck since before Chicago, like over seven weeks. I found my 2nd set of keys in the ignition. Whoops. She fired right up, I took the skis to get tuned, bought snake food, and Devo food at In-N-Out.
Peace and good luck,