Holidays are just way too busy for an old man like me.  I can’t hang.  That weekend was nothing short of exhausting.  We came out of the gate strong on Friday with an afternoon trip to some nearby wineries.  We haven’t made the rounds in a while, I’ll grant you that.  A few tastings were overdue at best.  We kept it pretty short though;  I think we totaled three stops.  Much more than that and my attention span starts fading rapidly.  We wrapped up the day over at our house, dancing to the Mickey Mouse Club show with the two-year-old.  Pretty sure I pulled a hammy.

Saturday we killed the better part of the day around the house, saving our energy for our friend’s annual “blind beer tasting” party that night. Our friends Michael & Alaina host this annually, and it’s a great time.  We got in on the action last year, mostly because it was held at our house.  This year it was at their house, and luckily we scored an invite again.  Grandfathered in, I guess.  I guess it grows in size every year;  I can say it was definitely bigger than last year.  I think there were like 40 people?  Way too many different beers, I can tell you that.  I had the worst case of heartburn ever.  Oh, the perils of old age.

Sunday I was about 1/2 done for.  That’s usually the case on Sundays, no big change there.  I was feeling extra worn out though.  I didn’t even cover Thanksgiving in this update, that was an event in itself.  (But, as it didn’t fall on the weekend proper, I’m technically not obligated to rehash it.  It was fun.  Done.)  Anyway, back to Sunday, I fired up the smoker and spent the afternoon watching a turkey cook.  Excellent use of a day, I must say.  I was most pleased with the results too.