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<p>Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even this mouse because I was at historic <strong><a href="http://www.elchorrolodge.com/" target="_blank">El Chorro Lodge</a></strong> for their annual Night Before Thanksgiving celebration. </p>

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<p>In all of the years of living in my fair city, I had never attended this pre-TDay tradition and was anxious to check it out.  I envisioned a cozy night filled with faboo food and friendship.  Here is what I didn't expect:  Multiple <em>When Harry Met Sally</em> "Moments" in one sitting. </p>

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<p><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Here's the play-by-play:</span></strong></p>

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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>"Moment" #1:</strong></span></span>  El Chorro is famous for their Sticky Buns.  Oh.  My.  Word.  And these come out before the meal, so you are therefore <em>encouraged</em> to eat dessert first.  This is my kind of establishment.  This is some kind of foreplay. </p>

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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">"Moment" #2:</span> </strong></span> Green Chile Cheese Grits.  I needed a cigarette afterwards.  And I don't even smoke. </p>

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<p>Oh.  And if you think you don't like grits, try these and get back to me.  If you live outside my fair city, get on your knees and beg El Chorro for the recipe. </p>

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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">"Moment" #3:</span> </strong></span>Post-food porn chit-chat amongst friends naturally turned to Javier Bardem since I was still in lust from <strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/21/day-55-breathless-over-jb/" target="_blank">Day 55 </a>.  </strong>Britt chimed in that her "man" is Russell Crowe which I totally get.  He's so yummy when he's not acting like a complete ass in real life. </p>

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<p>And then Corinniecakes threw it out there:  Eric Bana. </p>

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<p>Deep Sigh...</p>

<p><br class="spacer_" />Corinnie and I shared that "moment" together.  Britt and Laney looked at each other with no recognition whatsoever.  That's o.k.  Corinnie and I prefer to keep him to ourselves. </p>

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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Moment of Comic Relief: </strong></span></span> Just when Corinniecakes and I need an entire pack of cigs to calm down from our Erica Bana "moment", Laney decides to share that her "man" is Al Pacino. </p>

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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>???</strong></span></span><br class="spacer_" /></p>

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<p>She clarified that she meant "Scarface Al Pacino". </p>

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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>???</strong></span></span></p>

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<p>Hey -- who am I to judge?  As long as your man is momentous, it's all good, ladies.  ;-) <br class="spacer_" /></p>