Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
I recorded my family's big dinner on video, because we've never had the opportunity to do so before. There weren't any blow outs, moments of drunken belligerence, or screaming matches this year, just about 40 minutes of strange conversation. Among the topics that came up were:
- My father's crazy uncle poaching Christmas trees.
- My father's cousin who was charged with bigamy after she married someone before divorcing her first husband.
- The way my brother blushes after half a glass of wine, and our Scotch Irish family, who were driven out of Scotland in the 1600s for being cut throats.
- The joys of airplane glue, and some of the horrific things some of my friends used to huff.
- Moonshine.
- A drunk bridesmaid who tried taking my father back to UC Berkley to drink lab alcahol at my mother's first wedding (my parents were friends before they were married)
- My cousin the Ren Fair type.
- Quiche making people violently ill.
- Just where Stinky's feet had been, after he jumped on the table.
- Senile relative horror stories.
I dont eat poultry, so I just had mashed potatoes, salad, carrots, a roll, and a slice of pecan pie. Thanksgivings one of the few days where I can actually imbibe in more than a glass of wine at the dinner table, and not feel especially awkward around my family, so I had two beers and a hard cider.
*burp*
Excuse me.
Now its off to hit the books
I recorded my family's big dinner on video, because we've never had the opportunity to do so before. There weren't any blow outs, moments of drunken belligerence, or screaming matches this year, just about 40 minutes of strange conversation. Among the topics that came up were:
- My father's crazy uncle poaching Christmas trees.
- My father's cousin who was charged with bigamy after she married someone before divorcing her first husband.
- The way my brother blushes after half a glass of wine, and our Scotch Irish family, who were driven out of Scotland in the 1600s for being cut throats.
- The joys of airplane glue, and some of the horrific things some of my friends used to huff.
- Moonshine.
- A drunk bridesmaid who tried taking my father back to UC Berkley to drink lab alcahol at my mother's first wedding (my parents were friends before they were married)
- My cousin the Ren Fair type.
- Quiche making people violently ill.
- Just where Stinky's feet had been, after he jumped on the table.
- Senile relative horror stories.
I dont eat poultry, so I just had mashed potatoes, salad, carrots, a roll, and a slice of pecan pie. Thanksgivings one of the few days where I can actually imbibe in more than a glass of wine at the dinner table, and not feel especially awkward around my family, so I had two beers and a hard cider.
*burp*
Excuse me.
Now its off to hit the books
user8935778:
did you know screamin' jay hawkins fathered 57 kids in his life!!! thats potency! nice taste in music!
user8935778:
now we must get married.. i spent a summer in maine working at an overnight camp.. it was nice.