When I stepped off the plane the other night, there was a group of my friends and family waiting for me. My mom was crying, and I gave about a million hugs, and I was so, so happy just to be in the airport, let alone near Stoneybrook.
We went to Cabbages and Kings, my absolute favorite Stoneybrook restaurant, and there was this cute waiter, Alexander, who kept stealing looks at me. Dinner was fabulous and I was surrounded by all these people I love.
Thanksgiving the next day, with the possibly best tofurkey east of the Mississippi. Everyone was happy and smiling.
The whole time, all I could think of was the fact that Mary Anne hadn't hugged me once.
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dawn_schafer) wrote,
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