Not an un-thankful Thanksgiving, just an un-Thanksgiving.
In my mind, an no matter how much they make me crazy at times, Thanksgiving is about family and food and sharing and gratefulness. This year, we’re grateful and we had food, but we missed on the sharing and the family part.
I know Mr. Man loves a little football and so we went to the Santa Barbara Brewing Company where they have about 11 big screen TVs per person and way more noise than’s necessary, but since we don’t have a TV in the camping-apartment, it made sense.
Plus they have good food and good beer.
Afterward, we walked along State Street to see what else was going on for all the other Thanksgiving refugees and we saw this very relaxed dog in his little trailer parked outside another bar.
Isn’t this a cool building?
and the ubiquitous palm trees
I love this doorway – I can’t decide if I’m creeped out by the climbing vines or not.
and finally pie
It wasn’t great – my pie is much better and my mother’s and just about everyone in my family’s pie is better, but it was ok pie for the un-Thanksgiving.