turkey '06, in pictures.

it all seems kind of unreal, as if it happened in a triptophan-induced dream state, but we pulled off thanksgiving at our apartment. east harlem style.naturally, i have photos, so lets do the ol' photo-essay type thing. starting...now.

here's the man behind the man behind the thanksgiving success. he doesn't like to be photographed, as i have mentioned in the past, so mostly we will be seeing his arm, or back, or as the case may be...cutting board.





























southerners do crazy things like dump tons of sugar on top of yams and then add half a bottle of maple syrup, but good lord, it tastes amazing.
















ab, sarah and curby were here! ab's face is contorted in pain incurred while watching the dallas cowboys cheerleaders reality program that airs on CMT. i think it's great, but occasionally make that face too.
















other special guest stars included brain, tiffany and boomer, my moms and neighbor scott(from when we lived across town, all the way over on third ave) here are brain and tiff gettin' down with the amazing food spectacular, created by charles, assisted by scott and our bobo-ass mini stove. i need to point out that all of this food, as well as the turkey that you will see in the next picture was created in said stove without the benefit of a microwave. word.


here it is, our collective moment of zen.













(also, i would like to make use of this space to point out that boomer managed to avoid being in even one picture. not in the background, nothing. and i took, like 70 pictures. cw wishes he was as lucky.)















when it was all said and done, charles allowed me a photo of the victory pose. but really, we were all winners.


here are some more pics of the festivities...
















ab sleeping it off on t-day morning with curby, the patron saint of canoodling and thanksgiving. ab and i were up 'till seven a.m. sailing with the captain, as per usual.

















speaking of which, this is what first avenue looks like at 6:44am on thanksgiving morning. i shouldn't know this, but i do.


















here's the curbster doing his piglet impersonation, while deftly positioning himself for the belly rub. he's the man.

i'm pretty pissed that i didn't manage to get a group shot...blame it on too little sleep and too much turkey excitement, i suppose... also, the entire event was plagued by the absence of one alison michelle ball, the youngest member of the family and future supreme ruler of the universe. we missed you, love.

i must hand it to us. we only moved in a month ago and already we are hosting holiday blowouts complete with massive turkey feasts. we rock.