Thanksgiving pictures, only a week and a half less relevant

Here are the turkey bodybags. I assue you they enjoyed their last soak in salty, cold water.

This is me, putting my back in 'to it. These guys were heavy and awkward, and I think it's about midnight, Friday night at this point.Time to eat, that's Tom digging in, after claiming he couldn't eat any more because he wanted to "go all night." [Editor's note: "going all night" involved he and his friends getting "faced" at two Moscow nightclubs.]

Here's Paul, telling what I am sure was a hilarious story, about the origin of the word "deign" or something.
The aftermath. Paul did most of the dishes, but these guys were still waiting their turn. (They waited till 6 o'clock that evening.)

And here's my aftermath. I hadn't left the house in 48 hours, got up with a slight twinge in the back of head, and Jason surprised me with this picture as I was taking out the garbage. Kodak Gold, indeed.