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I think I've heard that more people travel on Thanksgiving weekend than any other time of year. Unlike many people, my travels so far this weekend have been pretty relaxing.
Yesterday afternoon I drove from Canton to Columbus, but since I suspected there would be a lot of traffic backups on the interstates I took an alternate route -- US 62 winding from Canton through Amish country and forested hills to Columbus. It took about half an hour longer than my usual routes, but it was a lot more scenic.
Today I headed back to Canton in order to catch![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_shampoo's post-Thanksgiving dinner party. I left Columbus a bit later than I'd intended, but wasn't too concerned. After all, it was a warm day for late November, and wonderfully sunny. And I had Watershed's first few CDs on the stereo the whole way. Perfect driving conditions.
I got home with 45 minutes until the dinner party, and I still had lasagna to make. It went in the oven right about the time when I was supposed to be joining the party. So I called to say I'd be late, and (oh by the way) to ask for her address, since I hadn't been there before. Oops, her voice mail said her phone's dead. (She'd left a comment telling me to email for directions, but I didn't see that until after her festivities had started.) So I spent some time trying to find, beg, or figure out her address. Eventually I checked my saved email (I have all my nontrivial email since ~1995) and found an invitation from her to an earlier party I hadn't been able to go to, complete with an address.
Of course, the directions Google gave me didn't account for one block of one-way traffic going the wrong way, but I eventually made it there, over an hour late. And it was quite a fun evening. (Though I think I need to cut some of the garlic from that recipe.)
Tomorrow (Saturday) I'm heading back to Columbus for the rest of the weekend.
Oh, and for those who've been flying this weekend, here's something from comments in Bruce Schneier's blog. I wouldn't be surprised if it's just a joke rather than a true story, but it made me laugh.
Yesterday afternoon I drove from Canton to Columbus, but since I suspected there would be a lot of traffic backups on the interstates I took an alternate route -- US 62 winding from Canton through Amish country and forested hills to Columbus. It took about half an hour longer than my usual routes, but it was a lot more scenic.
Today I headed back to Canton in order to catch
the_shampoo's post-Thanksgiving dinner party. I left Columbus a bit later than I'd intended, but wasn't too concerned. After all, it was a warm day for late November, and wonderfully sunny. And I had Watershed's first few CDs on the stereo the whole way. Perfect driving conditions.I got home with 45 minutes until the dinner party, and I still had lasagna to make. It went in the oven right about the time when I was supposed to be joining the party. So I called to say I'd be late, and (oh by the way) to ask for her address, since I hadn't been there before. Oops, her voice mail said her phone's dead. (She'd left a comment telling me to email for directions, but I didn't see that until after her festivities had started.) So I spent some time trying to find, beg, or figure out her address. Eventually I checked my saved email (I have all my nontrivial email since ~1995) and found an invitation from her to an earlier party I hadn't been able to go to, complete with an address.
Of course, the directions Google gave me didn't account for one block of one-way traffic going the wrong way, but I eventually made it there, over an hour late. And it was quite a fun evening. (Though I think I need to cut some of the garlic from that recipe.)
Tomorrow (Saturday) I'm heading back to Columbus for the rest of the weekend.
Oh, and for those who've been flying this weekend, here's something from comments in Bruce Schneier's blog. I wouldn't be surprised if it's just a joke rather than a true story, but it made me laugh.
Overheard in the security line at Manchester (NH) airport:
Passenger: Can I bring coffee on board?
Security: Is it liquid?
Passenger: No, it's a can of instant coffee...it's a powder.
Security: That's OK then. Until they invent a powder you can put into guns.
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The lasagna was good. I had never had smoke tofu before, so I was pleasantly surprised. Its chewy instead of mushy (like my tofu always ends up). However, I think you were slightly heavy handed with the salt. :-D
I was glad to see you there though, and I hope you had fun. I never have as much fun when I host because I'm so worried if everyone else is having fun. Oy.
Next time I'm going to have some good board games on hand. Or not....I love board games, but not everyone does.
Tell me to give you a tour next time.
Okay, I'm going to go now, before this becomes an email instead of a comment.
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Yes, the texture of smoked tofu is much better than the mushy stuff. Sorry about the salt; last time I made it
I definitely had fun! Thanks for hosting!