I’m off tomorrow to fly to Anaheim to visit family and The Mouse. I’d be driving down already, as are half my family, only Olivia and I have tickets tonight to see Mythbusters Live. More on that later, as I’ve no real idea how they can turn that show into a live thing.

Meanwhile, I’m packing kilts and my Sad Kermit t-shirt to wear to the park, trying to decide which combat boots are best for walking.

Sunday, I fly mouseward, and then wednesday, drive back here, stop quickly to drop my disneyland clothes and pick up my dinner party clothes, and head north for thanksgiving with a friend mine (who is a MILF, and I mean that both literally and personally), in the napa-sonoma area

I won’t really be home for a week, and thus blogging is unlikely, unless I decide to live-blog from inside pirates of the caribbean on my iPhone.

Pack head, y’all. That’s what this week’s holiday is about. The feast of Saint Gluttony.