Feist/turkey and dressing. I don't know what stuffing is.

I drove up to Nashville on Thanksgiving Eve to see Feist perform. First the traffic: don't ever drive on this day. I knew it would be bad, but I thought we'd go farther than 12 miles in 1 hour (I guess I could have just said 12mph, but whatever). We missed the opening act, and judging from the crowd, he must have been a snoozer.

Feist was great. I'd put this concert up there with Rufus Wainwright at the 40 Watt in 2001, which is still the best show I've seen. The Ryman is a very cool venue.

We drove back to Atlanta after eating at Hooter's in Nashville. I bought a t-shirt. Not because I really wanted to, but because the shirt I was wore to the show got soaked in the torrential downpour in Nashville. Waitress of the week goes to the lovely Shanoa. I still think that's not her real name. She did her best to get me to buy a Hooter's stocking and holiday calendar. No thanks, Shanoa.

Thanksgiving was great. My mom told me some crazy stories about when she was married to my dad. I'm thinking about sharing some of them here, but you'd swear I'd suddenly decided to try my hand at fiction.