T’was a fun and cheery Thanksgiving for Kip and I at Barry’s (and Charles’, and Sarah’s, and Bean’s, and Phil’s, and Matt’s, and Kim’s, and Sydney’s) house. Much, too much food, including two Turkeys which I somehow ended up being in charge of carving which meant I ate far too much turkey skin.

This was first time to the house and so my first gander at decorating efforts I had only heard described. There are some very definite colors on the walls of that house, and cause for much comment. Other reacurring topics of conversation were Sydney Quinn, Julia Child, Letterman, Sydney Quinn, Olympia, Obie anecdotes, stuffing recipes and Sydney Quinn.

And now, on to the pictures. Many, many pictures. You have been warned.

(update: fixed broken photo link)

13 at the table. Unlucky, maybe, but well fed.

Left to right: Sean, Anne, Kip

Still left to right: Anne, Kip, Phil, Liz and Barry

I think you get the idea: Liz, Barry, Charles, Sarah and Brad

Sarah, Brad, Bean and yours truly

And finally, Kim and Matt. Note the snazzy pillars framing them. The finials were metallic gold when they bought the house. I hear they inspired the rest of the color scheme. The pillars are hollowed but clearly half full of something. Speculation as to what starts with Barbie doll heads and runs up to Grandma and Grandpa’s ashes.

The fireplace, which is definitely one of those”you have to be there to fully appreciate” type things.

I can’t help but notice that the paint colors chosen for the living room complements Barry’s cartoons quite well. I am suspicious

Thankfully, your average Walt Kelly goes with just about anything.

At long last, Sydney Quinn!

I was telling my co-worker Chelsea as we were helping Hilary load up for her move to L.A. today on how I spent Thanksgiving with a 9 day old infant. Her enthusiastic response was “They are so great at that age!” She was toting her old geezer of son Cohen, a wizened three-month old.

Note Sydney’s expert Kip handling techniques.

Naturally Matt thinks it’s never too early to embarrass his child.

And I’m going to end it with the pretty cake that Barry baked and decorated and that no one wanted to cut because it was so pretty. Guess all those years as a wedding coordinator have paid off, Barry.