Stuffed

A bunch of us Thanksgiving refugees assembled at the home of a sweet old artist who was gracious enough to share her Brooklyn co-op and abundant kitchen. Incredible food and incredible company. Artists, social workers, scholars, and urban planners. Not one lull in the conversation. That's right: conversation. No scattered mingling or trite droning. Instead, we all sat at a large table and had an amazing and fluid conversation that spanned a wide spectrum of interests. We stuffed ourselves to bursting with wine and food. We discussed current political, geographical, and social trends and the history behind them. Best of all, I got to play with a Jindo dog all evening (it's a famous Korean breed that one of the guests discovered in an animal shelter).

I smell like turkey and asparagus. I'm so happy right now.