Yesterday’s Thanksgiving dinner couldn’t be beat. My family and I braved the New York State Thruway to go to New World Home Cooking in Saugerties. It’s one of my favorite restaurants in the area, because it’s a warm, happy place where slabs of (free-range) meat and vegan soups nestle up next to each other, and the cook is not afraid to add just a little more spice to the potatoes. The service, it kind of sucked, but what do you expect at a buffet? As we looked around the room, my mostly straight-edge family looked slightly out of place in what was otherwise a den of old hippies. In fact, every time I looked up, I swore I saw my landlesbian.

Speaking of, despite the fact that I’m here at work, it’s a quiet day on the internets, so I’m just going to post a link. I thought you’d like to take a look at Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians. It was funnier and not as mean as I thought it would be.

Noelle out.