It's was that time again . . . Thanksgiving - celebrated on the Saturday after.As some of you remember, last year we went up to a Swiss Chalet that was owned by Tim Whittaker's boss. Fortunately, this time we could actually drive the cars up the mountain - thanks to Global Warming.
I do need to find a better picture of us all together, because this one makes us look like it was a funeral. Hello Patrick and Andrea, give me a little oompf.
Anyway we did have a really nice time, but it was certainly different than last year. First, we didn't have Joe drink an entire bottle of Jack Daniels with a banana "pie" chaser, which totally changes the dynamic. Second, we knew it was our last big outing together as a team, before the insanity of going home would begin - I could only imagine the difficulty with Tim and Andrea, who had already spent so much time in Switzerland before even France. And finally, I took my bike helmet, so the damage from the low beams in the house was totally minimized.
