Intruder? No, Seth's Sister

Since we didn't have any rooms to paint, we decided to head down to our walk-in refrigerator basement last night and watch Monday Night Football while we chowed down on Thanksgiving leftovers.

All was well--Jason and David were lampooning Seth, who retaliated by spilling baked beans on himself, Indianapolis was getting the benefit of some very questionable calls--when we heard a door open, and footsteps above us. Seth crept upstairs stealthily, making not a single sound excepting his call of "hey, intruder!"

It turned out to be Meredith, returned from an evening of shopping at Target, demanding that we join her at this new Scottish bar next door for drinks. Which we did, as the football game was out of reach.

At the bar, Seth tried to find a good deal on drinks and had this exchange with the bartender (we only overheard the first part):

"How much for a scotch and soda?"

"Okay, how much for just a scotch then?"

"Well, that doesn't make any sense."

Eventually he settled for a Coke, poured into his hands for a dime.

After one drink and some good mozzarella sticks, we returned home and started a roaring fire. Saira called, so we said goodbye to Jason for the night. David went to bed early, but Seth stayed up reading, hoping to see the first snowflakes of the season. They never came.