Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and Michelle, ma belle

Ahhh, Thanksgiving in rural Texas, a time when all your big city friends congregate in the small town and go to some crummy bar. It was a pleasure seeing John, my cousin who recently moved to Amarillo. Supposedly it gets as cold there as it does in North Dakota.

So we loaded up the car and hit the local karaoke bars, singing Beatles tunes that went unappreciated as always in the land of Tim McGraw and Faith Hill.

I ran into Jill, Jenny's niece (even though Jill is older), funny I have that same sorta stuff happen in my family. I have a few older than me nieces and nephews. That's a horrible smile i tell you!

Bad music, bad bar, bad drinks, bad hangover, but good times catching up with people I haven't seen in ages.