Thanks for nothin! It’s almost Turkey Day, and we’ll have our mashed potatoes with a side of unspoken judgments, please! Then again, just because one sibling’s pregnant, another’s engaged, and we’re three months behind on our cell phone bill doesn’t mean we don’t have a lot to be thankful for! For example: Being celibate until we’re 40 will keep us from marrying the wrong guy. Plus, we can be thankful we’re not wearing the ubiquitous and ridiculous “Puss N Boots” look so many of our New York sister-girlfriends are continuing to embrace. And we’re going to skip the unitard (onesies for grown-ups!). Now, if you can brave the map-wielding tourist mobs colonizing the city, venture forth like a Viking to see the Hold Steady, a Brooklyn bar band responsible for such lyrics as “How am I supposed to know if you’re high if you won’t let me touch you?”, who are playing Terminal 5 to an audience of fans (i.e., music critics who live in Bushwick.) For classicists, the much-ballyhooed Bob Dylan biopic I’m Not There—with Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, Richard Gere and Cate Blanchett pretending to be Mr. Zimmerman—hits theaters. If your mom’s in town, take her to see Frankie Valli at Lincoln Center. And for the kiddies, the annual inflation of the Thanksgiving Day parade balloons happens late tonight on Central Park West. The private school kids who have made stoned attendance a yearly lark will gaze upon a 53-foot-tall, inflatable bunny designed by porno artist Jeff Koons.