It was sad to not be with family on Thanks, but I totally compensated with a grand friendsgiving at Mack’s parents house. We fed a slew of filmmakers and comedy guys and Swedish girls who’d never tasted turkey. Completely objectively, we were probably the best hostesses that have ever lived throughout all of time. We made pies from scratch and made the boys do the dishes and accidentally dropped cakes and just generally promoted patterns and merriment for anyone who couldn’t afford the $ or time to go home.
Not pictured, for the safety and sanity of relatives, is that time I got in Mack’s hot tub in my underwear. FRIENDSGIVING!