I was recently informed that some day I will make some man very happy. While this could be viewed as a compliment, I instead saw it as an expectation I could never possibly live up to. This is primarily due to my family - more specifically - my dad's side of the family. I love them all. I really do. But they're frightening, especially to outsiders. They're loud, opinionated, rowdy, and they multiply like rabbits. No, seriously. I thought my aunts and uncles had a lot of kids but my cousins are certainly giving them a run for their money.
Every year my Grandma Lee (my father's mother) hosts a Thanksgiving dinner at her house. There are usually at least 30 people who show up. This year we only had 29 attendees but that's because roughly 20 of them weren't able to travel. And incase you're wondering, the answer is no, my grandmother does not live in a mansion. She owns a quaint 2 bedroom, single floor home that barely fits all of us.
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So I started this post a month ago. And then I saved it as a draft and forgot about it. Now I don't have the motivation to finish it. To sum up, we drank, we ate (my amazing father smoked three amazing turkey breasts - SO GOOD!), my more talented relatives played music afterward, and there was much rejoicing.
The end.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Turkey Week, Round 3
Friday was by far the most relaxing day of Turkey Weekend. My mother was making dinner, only a couple of my friends were coming over and I was not expected to look nice or behave well. I also didn't have to cook/prepare anything. It was wonderful.
The day began with me driving to Tacoma to retrieve my friend Nichoel who had been stranded on this holiday weekend. Although she insisted that sitting at home with her inattentive boyfriend (the culprit responsible for her being stranded in the first place) would be fine and she didn't need rescuing, I took it upon myself to disregard her protestations and retrieve her anyway. With a home cooked meal and full liquor cabinet as incentives, Nichoel didn't need much convincing (But honestly, what twenty-something needs more than free food and booze as an incentive?).
After retrieving Nichoel and surviving some minor Christmas shopping (we managed to avoid most of the black-friday zombies), I headed home with my captive to partake in the consumption of rum and eggnog. My dear friend Sam showed up around 7:30 and we all (Nichoel, my sister Sarah, my mom and Sam) sat down to a fantastically prepared meal. And more booze.
The evening was capped off with a lovely conversation where Nichoel and I declared Sam the "Godfather" of our friendship (this basically translates to "Sam is the scary one that we never want to answer to when we've done something wrong"); we confirmed that Nichoel needs to address her "crazy" issues; and it was established that I care too much about what others think and I need to stop getting so loud and obnoxious when I drink... or just in general. We drank and cried and laughed for hours upon hours. It was great! Who needs crazy family when you can have crazy friends instead?
The day began with me driving to Tacoma to retrieve my friend Nichoel who had been stranded on this holiday weekend. Although she insisted that sitting at home with her inattentive boyfriend (the culprit responsible for her being stranded in the first place) would be fine and she didn't need rescuing, I took it upon myself to disregard her protestations and retrieve her anyway. With a home cooked meal and full liquor cabinet as incentives, Nichoel didn't need much convincing (But honestly, what twenty-something needs more than free food and booze as an incentive?).
After retrieving Nichoel and surviving some minor Christmas shopping (we managed to avoid most of the black-friday zombies), I headed home with my captive to partake in the consumption of rum and eggnog. My dear friend Sam showed up around 7:30 and we all (Nichoel, my sister Sarah, my mom and Sam) sat down to a fantastically prepared meal. And more booze.
The evening was capped off with a lovely conversation where Nichoel and I declared Sam the "Godfather" of our friendship (this basically translates to "Sam is the scary one that we never want to answer to when we've done something wrong"); we confirmed that Nichoel needs to address her "crazy" issues; and it was established that I care too much about what others think and I need to stop getting so loud and obnoxious when I drink... or just in general. We drank and cried and laughed for hours upon hours. It was great! Who needs crazy family when you can have crazy friends instead?
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