rthstewart | In which Ruth almost but not quite outs herself

Been there, done that, got the turkey coma (and a search at 11:30 PM last night for a grocery store that was still open and had fresh turkeys to accommodate my swelling gust list. Yes, I cooked 2 turkeys this year as my list went from 7 to 15).

We have a tradition that everyone at the table must identify a book or movie that was moving, interesting, or memorable in some way. Two years ago at Thanksgiving, I went on and on about Roald Dahl and the Irregulars in Jennet Conant's book (and TQSiT was the result). Last year I blathered about the Kladstrup Wine and War book (which I used for Maenad of the Maquis)..

This year, it was gay giraffes, same sex paired albatrosses, and Biological Exuberance and that remarkable wikpedia entry. Apparently I was hilarious and articulate. But really my wine soaked guests had difficulty getting passed the "OMG GAY GIRAFFES?" We were very loud. Good thing the kids were watching Jurassic Park. I consider myself a pretty dull person in real life. It's pretty funny when the stories you tell about the fic you saw in a porn challenge involving Pepsi and Coke and John Major and QE2 are memorable enough that people remember them the following year.

Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate it. If not, I hope you had a lovely day. I am grateful to all my imaginary friends.

In which Ruth almost but not quite outs herself

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