Ah, Thanksgiving. A day when millions of Americans will get together with family that might or might not annoy them, eat copious amounts of food, and watch football. If I was in Milwaukee I would be in the same boat as many of you, but luckily (or not depending on my mood) I am in Connecticut instead which means that I will be spending the day drinking and watching dvds. I'll probably be drunk tweeting too, but it depends how I feel.
I suppose I could have accepted any of the invitations that were issued to me or even flown home to Milwaukee to be with mi familia, but I would just rather be alone. My parents and my only brother are gone now and being in Milwaukee with my aunts, uncles, and cousins would just be kind of sad without them. Besides, this is definitely a holiday that is wasted on me. I am not a big eater. I'm the kind of person who goes to a restaurant, orders her meal, takes three bites and then has to have the rest boxed up. Half the time I then leave the leftovers on the table anyway. I can't see the point in loading up with all this food and calling it a celebration. It just seems kind of gross if I'm being honest. Not that I'm judging anyone who enjoys a feast. I'm just not one who does.
My favorite Thanksgiving is one that took place a few years ago when I still lived in Milwaukee and both my Mom and my brother, Vini were still alive. We had Thanksgiving at my Mom's house and all of my cousins and their spouses and kids were there. At some point, my Mom went to her room, the aunts, uncles, kids, and spouses had left and it was just me, Vini, and all of our (blood) cousins left. We got so drunk. We were listening to Elton John and singing along to "Crocodile Rock" and having a lot of fun when my Mom kicked all of us out (yes, her own kids!) and we decided to go to a bar to continue the party. We first went around drunkenly knocking on neighbors doors and Christmas Caroling just for the fun of it. Yeah, we were douchebags.
Anyway, we staggered to a bar down the block, because in Milwaukee there is practically a bar on every corner, and we were the only people there so we basically took command of the jukebox, the pool table, the dart board, and the bartender (hot!). We drank beer, did shots, danced...it was so much fun. Once the bar closed (yes we closed the bar) we stumbled back to my Mom's house and my brother and I went in and passed out. I can only imagine that the rest of my cousins somehow drove themselves home, but if asked in a court of law I will deny, deny, deny.
So, in honor of my best Thanksgiving memory I am going to get totally shitfaced, listen to music, and cause havoc on twitter. Remember that you've been warned!
Please Note: I might just get drunk, curl up in a ball in a puddle of my own puke, and cry so maybe you'll all get off lucky! :D
Oddly, from reading your very entertaining tweets, this was far more personal than I had first expected. Much of this reminds me of my own family, save the drunkenness would be replaced by food fights (covering drinks from flying biscuits), "touch" football (which helped engender the family motto, "it ain't any fun until somebody loses an eye"), and the usual cursing by my grandmother for all of the above (she's the person who taught me that a virgo will bitch about having absolutely nothing to bitch about).
ReplyDeleteAnyway, with many of my family sitting with yours, pointing at us and laughing their asses off, I can relate. Sitting with extended family or family by marriage isn't the same. Even for someone like myself, who is less apt to push away the dinner plate, it's not the same. Tomorrow I will visit with extended family, listen to them babble, answer their computer questions, which will be tedious enough after doing it the better part of this week, bid my adieu at the first opportunity and retreat to my corner of the world. Intoxicants may be involved, maybe just being titillated and entertained by folks such as yourself and Steven Weber, or just enjoying a quiet, pristine moment in time, free to myself and my imagination.
I hear you on the disconnect you feel. Some of us are quite happy in our own space. In our own minds. I'm not annoyed with these people, I just don't live in their world, just don't see their perspective, and seriously doubt there's anyone who has quite the same perspective and would benefit from spending time in my universe.
Or it might be a night for Internet porn. Who knows.
Wow, V. Sorry to hear you don't have your parents and your brother with you.
ReplyDeleteI'll be spending Thanksgiving with the wife, mother-in-law, my kids, and my wife's friends that are coming over. It'll be all smiles and good times, except inside I really want to get divorced and start a new life. Sucks because I don't want to abandon our children. Oh, well.