Thanksgiving is huge for my family. Always has been. And now that I think about it -
We do thanksgiving with a group of families - four core ones, though in the past there've been others here and there - who all met and became friends thirty-some years ago when we all lived in NYC. (At church, actually.) Since then, there've been mutiple moves, and so T-day rotates locations - NY, DC, Milwaukee, Pittsburgh, Kansas City, even one year in London. Not everyone makes it every year, but it's a near thing.
We do the big dinner on Friday rather than Thursday to make travel easier, and have built up a host of traditional elements, some more set in stone than others. (The Stuffing Wars of '92, when someone switched the two stuffings we ususally have for some "alternative", feh, are still legend.) There's always lots of wine, lots of silliness - our gift traditions border on the absurd at this point - lots of food. And these people, more than any others in the world,
are
my family, even though none of them are actually related.
When it comes right down to it, there's a lot of parallels to Buffista-dom, and one of the things that makes this place so homey for me.
t hugs everybody
That sounds great, brenda.
I am so effing tired today, I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through my staff meeting this afternoon without falling asleep. I don't understand how people go out during the week! I mean, I had plans two nights this week, but neither of them was late or anything.
OK, anyone want to lay bets on what the Friday Cephalopod will be? (Octopus, squid or other.) I'm gonna say octopus.
Cuttlefish. The most Cthulhu-like of all the cephalopods.
Oh, and I meant to say, we're in NYC this year. We'll be in Bellport on Friday, but possibly in the city on Saturday and defintely on Sunday - church, you know, at First Pres at 5th Ave and 12th. So I'd love to see folks who might be in town/in the area if we can swing it.
Oh drat! I just realized that leaving San Diego means that Thanksgiving is a total crap shoot this year. My aunt and uncle not only saved me from the other side of the family but aunt always cooked some of the stuffing, out of the bird with no celery for me. I love her for that.
Seriously, anyone who want company, but no big TO-DO is welcome to come to my place. Well, really only if you are willing to deal with my stressy packing and possibly help with last-minute stuff. But there will be pie and parade watching and football and dips and chips.
I don't understand how people go out during the week!
Aha... this is why I... don't. Or when I do, I make damn sure the plans are worth the fatigue.
Bah. I am so tired. Plus gravity is extra-strong today.
I went to bed early, but then woke up at 3:00 am and couldn't sleep. The internet was down, so I rewatched last week's BSG. Then I had weird BSG dreams once I got back to sleep.
I think I also kept having dreams about waking up last night. That didn't help any.
