Turkey for Me and Turkey for You

Let's eat turkey in a big brown shoe.

My hell week trade show is over.  I can't tell you how many people I kissed, shook hands, felt their ass, and ditched completely over the past three days.  When you've been in the industry as long as I have, you tend to collect people.  The most common are the ones where you say, "Call me and we will do lunch soon where we can really catch up."  Translated into show talk, this means, "I will see you next year and as soon as you walk away I won't have another thought of you cross my mind until I see your face at the show next year."  It is also a time to see the absolute worst in people.  You take hundreds of sales people and casino folk making way too much money, away from their families, IN VEGAS, and see how they behave.  There must be something in the water that causes amnesia because 95% of the men forget they are married.  It's an odd phenomenon.  It is also an industry dominated by men so the occasional girl gets quite a bit of attention.  I'm not complaining as it is good for the old ego, but come on.  News flash:  I didn't want to sleep with you the first 8 years I knew you, and guess what, nothing's changed. I didn't go out and party at night and managed to sneak out of the show in the late afternoons.  I got a couple of bites for jobs, so fingers crossed, it was worth it.  Hopefully, the wives of all the pigs were out having girl's night and getting hit on by random, young, cute men.  Karma.

So, Thanksgiving is just a few days away and I still don't know what I'm making.  I went to the store yesterday to get lots of everything but still no firm plan.  Looking at it closely, I have mostly starches.  Well, doesn't that say everything about my eating choices in a nutshell!  I think I should add a veggie or two.  Just for looks.