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.
Joe, the Whittakers, and Patrick went down to Switzerland to ski one last time before heading home. Not surprisingly, I skipped the event, since skiing and I agree to disagree. I should know the name of the mountain in the background (Matahorn?), but it escapes me.
