Frick and Frack

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

It is NOT Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving was actually Thursday!

But that means nothing in this non-Pilgrim Fathers country. So Thanksgiving was deferred until Saturday afternoon. 

Caro, Tiger and me drove down to Plimmerton for a big feed. Jefe was a convivial host as always. He poured me a G&T.

"EFF ME SIDEWAYS," I said. 

"There was some lime and tonic in it," he protested.

I felt the effects almost straight away. After my second one, I was feeling pretty convivial myself. 

Talk turned to politics. And when that turned depressing, talk turned to music. And then THAT turned depressing.

"I love Randy Newman!" said Jefe. He'd been drinking his own G&Ts. And then treated us all to Randy Newman songs which were about how God hates us all and how we should blow up the world.

"But it's IRONIC," said Jefe. 

I unironically asked for ABBA so Jefe and I serenaded everyone to "Fernando" and then "Lip Up Fatty" by Bad Manners. There might have been dancing. 

We'd had a few G&Ts. 

After this, the evening turned quieter. Manda got out her acoustic guitar and calmed the mood. I was glad. The G&Ts were wearing off. 

"That was amazing," I told her. "But most importantly you shut me and Jefe up."

"That's right, Frick and Frack over there," muttered Caro.

So me and Jefe had a great time at Thanksgiving. I think everyone else did too. It is sort of hard to say.

S.

p.s. This is a picture that Tiger took. He's a true artist, unlike myself.