Giblets, gravy, and guzzling revisited

I was honored to host several local (and one Greensboro) bloggas and their families at my humble abode/posh North Asheville villa last night. We had a Thanksgiving feast of magnificent proportions. Given that my entire family has blown us off for Thanksgiving, last night may turn out to be our holiday celebration (Okay, E-spouse, I'll roast a turkey. After all I have enough leftover cornbread/sausage dressing to feed a busload of hungry Hungarians).

There were many moments to savor throughout the night, in addition to the grub and libations. I was awed, in particular, by blogaphile Jim's gift to me: a CD entitled "A Little Night Music: an eclectic assortment for the Edgiest of Mamas." The CD holds 120 songs! We've listened to it for much of the past 24, and it is wonderful. I have yet to not like a song on this compilation. Thanks, Jim!

The highlight of the night for me was hearing the erotic confession of my dear friend, Rio. Rio is a member of my book club and was at the beach with us when Ashvegas was guestblogging and wreaking havoc here on Edgy Mama.

Soooooo, Rio's big confession: after much beach talk and speculation about the true identity of Ashvegas (I am, as always, pledged to silence), Rio had a dream about our fab blogger friend. In the dream, she and Ash were having a torrid, yes, smoking, affair. AND he looked just like Clive Owen. Mmmmmmm, yes. So, last night, in a moment of bravery, she came face-to-face with the infamous Ash and told him about her dream. No, he doesn't much resemble Clive, at least in countenance, though he does have that rough and wry sense of humor that we so admire in the sexy Brit. Was Rio disappointed? Was she thrilled? We'll see what further dreams bring to Rio. Which leads me to my wild blogger dreams of last night...

Nope, not going there.

We neglected to take photos of this blogger meetup, though it was, as always, colorful. Thanks to Syntax, Uptown, Sweet Tea, Screwy, Huw, Vespere, Theseus, Ash, Corky, Walker, Rio, and you other blogger-related souls who were brave enough to attend. For food, drink, and fellowship. Til we meet again.

And Ash says:
Ashvegas bloggas owe you and E-Spouse a debt of gratitude for opening up your home. Thank you!

A few other highlights:

syntax and his invisible airplane. syntax's s.o.: "how do you know where you parked it?"

klutzy mama dropping utensils in the kitchen, then licking them clean (not true, says EM!).

E-Spouse's screeching impersonation of Fergie: "Let's get it staaar-ted!"

kluty mama forgetting to put out her homemade cranberry sauce. o-k. YUM! I didn't know it got better than the stuff out of the can...

syntax and s.o.'s confession of the birds-and-bees books their parents gave them. suffice to say we're all glad neither are the worse for it. that, combined with klutzy mama's reading of her sex book, which she had suprisingly handy on the bookshelf - complete with pictures of dog genitals.

jim's party mix present. we were all jealous AND super-in awe.

rio's soul-baring reveal to me. and hey, she didn't seem TOO disappointed in the real Mr. Vegas...

some kind of fortified yeast gravy, tasty pumpkin cheesecake, some awesome greens, a wonderfully apply salad, dressing upon dressing, on and on...

the inaugural game of the giblet toss olympics, in which bloggas used their discerning palates to guess the not-so-secret ingredients of the new Cold Mountain Winter Ale. medals to klutzy mama (cinnamon); syntax (raspberry) and everyone who came oh so close to guessing the super-hard butter pecan flavoring.

Dr. Paul as Johnny Depp. if only the lights had been a little dimmer...

Thanks to all!