Happy Thanksgiving. 
While most of you were sleeping, I checked off another one of my life goals today and attended this year’s Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. For the past however many years that I have been alive, I have never been up to see the start of the Parade (live or on tape delay). But the conviction of my heart led me to decide, this will be the year. The plan, to wake up and get to 7th Ave. at 5am. My body just cringed a bit just thinking about it; that would mean getting maybe 2 hours of sleep, then zombying my way to the subway? Not a chance.
But then, an angel from heaven descended and gave me a treat: a friend of a friend works at Carnegie Hall (7th Ave.) and has an office window overlooking the parade. Jack pot.
Oh hey, suckers on the street. “Sir, the street’s closed, they aren’t letting anyone through.” Is that right, old lady? Watch this. Boom. 7 floors up. Goodbye crying children, hello balloons.
The echoes of the marching bands, bouncing off the buildings, the wafting smell of churro carts, the clean air, unpolluted by strollers, snobby UWS (upper west side) families or shoulder to shoulder germ transmissions. Carnegie Hall, one of the most famous and beloved musical venues in New York City, and here I am, in an office upstairs watching Kermit and Company float on by.
The least I could do was bring a thermos and some hot cocoa (check).
So folks, you may be cozy in your homes watching football, stuffing yourself with loads of home cooked delectables, but just remember, I got to see the Macy’s Parade live, from an office in Carnegie Hall. Ah.
Now, let the football begin and let us consume food and drink to our heart’s content. Be merry, for we have many things to be thankful for. I am thankful for Mickey, Snoopy, Buzz Lightyear, Spongebob, and of course Spiderman.
I am thankful for all my readers, you are all dear to me. Gobble gobble, friends, gobble gobble.
Your face + Buzz Lightyear’s ass = sexy composition.