The next day, Irene and I do breakfast with friends, Larry & Betsy and their beautiful new baby. Then we head downtown to see The Drowsy Chaperone on Broadway - SO GOOD! Here's a quick story behind it: Two Canadian comics got married and their improv friends wrote a musical for them for their bachelor party. Since then it's been a Toronto fringe hit, produced by the Mirvishes, and now a Tony-award winning musical on Broadway (including a well-deserved Tony for the groom, Bob Martin, who had a part written for him - how's that for a wedding present?!?)

We then rush up to Irene's Aunt & Uncle's, Rose & Pete's place for Thanksgiving dinner. It's great to see her whole family, but I only get about an hour to spend there (I miss dinner - and Rose and Pete are GOOD cooks, so this is a tragedy) because I have to head downtown to Kenny's Castaways where I'm playing at 7pm. Irene stays behind - she's sprained her ankle and it's hurting too much to do much walking. Plus, like I said, Rose & Pete are really good cooks.

Kenny's Castaways is down in the village - and I'm thrilled to play there after passing by it so many years. But it's US Thanksgiving and a lot of people I'd hoped would come are out of town. Still, I get to see some old friends. Jerry Zellers - who famously used to yell "play the fucking song again!" after I played Guilt Trip Song - and Connie & Keith, who have always been amazingly supportive. A small show, but like I said, it's New York and I'm always thrilled to play here. And a couple people who I assume are ignoring me at the end of the bar, stop me to tell me how much they liked my music and buy some CDs. Hooray!

The next day we head back to Toronto, where, after a 12 hour drive, and several fast food stops, I end up in the emergency room for 9 hours with food poisoning. Welcome home!