Best rest day ever. For tradition, we put on the Macy’s parade and last week’s epic UTulsa defeat of Tulane because I missed it driving through New Mexico.
Meanwhile, Chris, Kenneth, Evan, and Jay managed to conjure an absolutely amazing feast out of this disheveled kitchen equipped with twenty butter knives, one spatula, zero rolling pins, and a dishwasher with only one shelf and no drain.
While Chris fried a cajun-spiced turkey out by the pool, Evan made four gigantic pies for our small group — one of which was a Chicago-style deep-dish for lack of a pie pan — and in truth, that is now my preferred service of apple pie. I practiced my hot toddy recipe. Several times.
After the food coma passed, we did a drive down Las Vegas Boulevard, just to say we did. The Strip isn’t exactly my favorite part of this region, but I always want to see the fountain. And it was neat having Mike ride shotgun — he’s also got a production background and lot of Vegas trivia to share as we weaved through traffic.
Given the holiday, the Strip was pretty dead, but given Covid, the Strip was way too packed. But at least more folks were wearing masks than I had expected. It was an odd mix. Hopefully the next time I’m here, things will be different.