Annelie and I spent last Thanksgiving apart while she competed with Nigella (disguised as a turkey) in the Presidential Turkey Pardoning Ceremony while I was snowed-in up north in the Berkshires with food poisoning from a par-cooked turkey burger in not-so-Great Barrington with no power or flowing water.
After our cold, sad thanksgivings (Nigella was disqualified after her faux-turkey neck fell off), we vowed to bounce back and make 2015, the best Thanksgiving ever – enter our dear friends and part-time lovers, Backstreet Boys.
While we haven’t spoken about it publicly, we both had torrid affairs with all of the Backstreet Boys during the 90s (they called me their back-door boy, so sweet) and have remained close ever since.
So everybody, everywhere. Don’t be afraid, don’t have no fear … we will be making up for our broken Thanksgivings.
Everybody (yeah), rock your body (yeah), everybody, rock your body right!
Backstreet’s back, give thanks!
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