Two Birds Are Better Than One: A Non-Traditional Thanksgiving
We are a fairly atypical, imaginative, and slightly abnormal family. We don’t celebrate all the holidays, but we do honour Thanksgiving. We have a lot to be thankful for.
This is how it usually plays out…
“Hey, so and so has no place to eat. Can he/she come?” one or all of my kids will say.
To which I reply, “Sure, tell him/her to bring some food to share, and a drink if he/she doesn’t want water, because that’s all I have.” Just for the record, I refuse to buy pop. You are lucky if you get juice at my house, although my husband did sneak a few things of frozen lemonade into the cart when we were at the grocery store the other day.
Last night, there were eighteen of us for Thanksgiving dinner, most of them students stuck in town without family for the weekend.
We watched the movie The Purge even though four of the guests had already seen it and said it was the worst movie ever made. That wasn’t my idea. I was hoping for Star Trek. Chris Pine is hot.
We also watched Vine videos on the big screen for about twenty minutes, which for me, provided the occasional laugh. The rest of the time, it was like shoot me now.
Discussion at dinner ranged from why a person should not eat an entire bag of Cheetos by themselves (but they did anyway), to who would try to get internet famous by dancing on camera with just a sock over their penis (which someone related to me did and it has now unintentionally gone semi-viral on a whole bunch of gay websites), to how to get into law school, to actually being in law school, to which is worse – killing midgets on the old Super Nintendo game Aladdin or running over prostitutes on the new Grand Theft Auto V – to the fact that John Mayer is super-talented, which he is.
After last night, I’m not sure if the world is going straight to hell, or if by some strange twist of fate, the next fifty years will be the most productive in all of human history. Lucky for me, I don’t believe in hell.
I will say this though, we laughed a lot – I mean a real lot. And there was lots of good food to eat, the Cheetos notwithstanding. (Yes, we had two turkeys because teenagers and young adults eat like food is going out of style.) And everyone wore a shirt, and pants, and underpants.
For all of that – I am grateful.