Thanksgiving: A Review

Gobble Gobble.

Just look at that turkey, with his wonky eyes. Heh, what a stupid turkey.

Thanksgiving is an excellent holiday that only gets better and better. I give mine 4 stars, two thumbs up, and an A+. Here's why.

1. Spending Thanksgiving Day with my favorite people in the world. 

I piled into the car with my mom, who took a day off from cooking for other people, my brother, who now has long locks and a generally surly attitude to match, and the Boyfriend, who dressed up all nice and pretty but who was afraid that his brown Converse with a hole in them would make a bad impression. I assured him no one would notice, and considering we were lucky my brother was even wearing clean clothes, he would look perfectly fine.

Once there, the conversation and wine flowed. We were a total of sixteen for dinner: Grandma, Grandpa, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Dogs. Food was excellent. My 9-year-old cousin created an elaborate "Deal or No Deal" game and marched around yelling "Attention Please! We need complete silence!" Adorably obnoxious, mostly adorable because he's not my kid. Drunken debauchery ensued when we decided to play Cahoots after dessert, a sort of mind-reading game that involves Hungarian Gypsy Magic. I'm pretty sure I baffled the Boyfriend with my Hungarian Gypsy Mind Reading. At least the little kids were impressed.

2. Reconnecting. 

Saw a friend who I have not seen in FOREVER, or at least it feels that way. We ate lunch, sat on her bed, giggled, did astrology charts, and acted as though we had a combined age of 11. So great.

3. Dinner with the Boyfriend's family. 

Now it was my turn to dress up all pretty and behave myself. The night quickly progressed from steak and potatoes and candlelight to sitting on the couch watching Youtube videos of kitties and hamsters and pandas with the Boyfriend's mom. Then he told me why my face is pretty. (Insert contented sigh.)

4. Played Ultimate Frisbee. 

It was cold, I played poorly, but I did 2 and a half hours of cardio and my whole body hurts in the best possible way.

5. Dogs.

As Charles Schultz once said (and I know this because EVERY Chicken Soup for the Soul book has this quote in it) "Happiness is a warm puppy." Actually, happiness is a warm, scruffy little mutt curled up under the covers keeping your feet warm.

I'm taking the 7:51 train in and then it's back to the grind. But Thanksgiving, you treated me well. See you next year.