10:26 a.m. - 2004-11-30
Turkey Wrap Up
It’s so fucking cold here right now. My snot hurts.
I realized that I forgot to give a sum up of the Thanksgiving weekend. I know a lot of people did, so perhaps that’s why I didn’t. That’s stupid, isn’t it? Why do people always feel the need to be original? It’s so lame.
The holiday itself was great. Boyfriend came over to my mom’s and the three of us ate. He took a few photos to document the fact that I can indeed cook. He plans to use them as proof later. He can be a dick like that. He also brought my mother flowers and four martini glasses so she had something to drink our beloved Cosmopolitans in. He can be a prince like that. He later brought me four for my own home when he saw me pouting. He’s whipped like that. Later in the evening my mother’s pseudo boyfriend came over, as did my boyfriend’s sister. We sat around and played dice and drank up a storm.
One strange thing that happened was that I heard from my Grandmother, my dad's mom. The crazy one. The nutjob. The phobic. I hadn't heard from her in a year as we were in the middle of a Mexican Standoff on who would call first. I was surprised to hear from her, especially since she called my mom's house. After chatting for a few minutes, we hung up and I reflected on how much I miss her. Then I did the victory dance as I finally beat her at her own game. I WON! YOU CHOKED! YOU BROKE DOWN AND CALLED FIRST! SUCK IT UP OLD LADY!
It felt good and like a true Thanksgiving now.
The next day was spent in luxury knowing that after the day ended, there would still be two more days to enjoy. I cannot remember a happier time.
Saturday evening we spent at my house playing Trivia Pursuit. I did not think the boyfriend would enjoy this game so much, but alas, I have unleashed a monster. He’s very intelligent, but because of his lack of understanding of the most difficult language ever, I have to explain and sometimes pantomime each question. He made excessively heavy drinks and we both ended up spending more time in the bathroom than we wanted. It’s real love when you can throw up one after another and then slur out the words “Still love you” before falling into a coma for 12 hours. We awoke as we always do after a heavy night of heavy drinking. He bounced out of bed ready for a full breakfast, I slid to the ground and pulled the curtains shut.
It’s not fair really. I only have 9 years experience in beating the hangover, while he has close to 15 years. We’re only a year apart in age, but he had the advantage of growing up in a communist country where there was no drinking age. Damn it. Another point for the communists.
All said, it was a great four day weekend. I would highly recommend having one of those every month or so.
