<p><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB240182.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2235" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB240182-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>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>Here's the play-by-play:</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, 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>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></p>

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<p>Bwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</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. </p>

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