<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 encouraged 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 then 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>Day .  </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>!!!</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.  Sigh...</p>

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<p>Moment of Comic Relief:  Just when Corinniecakes and I need an entire pack of cigs to calm down, Laney decides to share that her "man" is Al Pacino. </p>

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<p>???</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>???</p>

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<p>Hey -- who am I to judge?  As long</p>

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