So this year, instead of the usual trip to Mississippi, I went in a different direction.  Still west, but slightly north to St. Louis, Missouri.  H’s family has just about adopted me as one of the family.

After a bit of a delay Wednesday, we arrived in time to change clothes and head out to a spot in "The Hill" area called Modesto’s.  They had $3 Patron shots and other great drinks and we had a good time.

I woke up late on Thanksgiving morning and ate a big breakfast (what was I thinking??).  Then I started to snack on cocktail shrimp and other goodies that H’s mom made us (like crab cakes).  Eman arrived and we drank some spiked tea.  I stuffed myself like a juice pig.  I was sweating when all was said and done, and I had only eaten half of my plate.

Friday night we hung out with Vince and hit up Leneia’s bar, Premium Lounge for a few cocktails before heading BACK to Vince’s.  We sat and talked and argued about FAMU vs. the AUC and other stuff (well after I took a little nap that is).

Saturday I washed clothes and chilled and played Guitar Hero….we played ALOT of that….and then we went to H’s grandma’s house and then her mom’s favorite restuarant, Momo’s, which serves Greek food.  I proceeded to stuff myself.  We had a really good time.

Sunday morning I did something I hadn’t done in over 4 years, I went to church.  It wasn’t so bad.  I didn’t get struck down and my face didn’t melt.  I almost felt….refreshed.  Shortly thereafter we packed and headed on the road again.

I had such a good time and to be honest I needed it.  It was refreshing, but also a bit sad to watch a family enjoy each other’s company.  No hassles, no drama, just love.  No worries, no passive aggressive avoiding of discussions.  I got a respite from that, until Christmas anyway.

I have more to say, but I don’t know how to put it into words yet.  Keep praying for me.  Things are about to get even worse.