Thanks to the initiative of a fellow CETP teacher who’s been here a few years, the rest of us got to partake in a special Thanksgiving buffet at Trofea Etterém–I teared up when I saw the cranberry sauce, I’m not ashamed to say it
And I don’t know what was more comforting–eating stuffing or eating with people who knew what stuffing was. So we spent the better part of the evening cracking jokes and ordering champagne and feeling quite at home.
And then, in a tradition-defying feat of epic proportions, we switched up the post-Thanksgiving ritual: we skipped a nap. Instead we made our way to karaoke–they lost my slip but I still sang along to “What’s Up” at the top of my lungs so it’s fine.
And in between all this dining and dancing I spent a questionable amount of time at Espresso Embassy but met good people so I don’t regret it.
I don’t regret this weekend one bit.
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