aaahhh thanksgiving. bittersweet holiday. it's becoming more and more like the valentine's day of the fall.
at 29 and unmarried you fall into one of 3 buckets:
1- You do the "orphan thanksgiving" by getting a big group of similarly situated singles together, cook potluck style, watch nostalgic childhood holiday movies, drink copiously and somewhere in the night play a hilarious, drunken game of apples to apples. That's been my MO the last few years.
2- You visit the parents, spend the majority of the weekend in the guest/living room catching up on all the good TV that your parents have because they sprung for comcast on demand, meeting up with a few random friends after your parents go to sleep, and ritualistically spend at least one afternoon shopping with mom. This was my MO most of college and early Seattle.
3- You lost the majority of your friends in a nasty breakup and you're too frugal to drop a grand to fly home so you jump on a last minute invite from the bestie, and do a modest, chill evening with a couple super close friends, eat on the couch, watching TV and spend hours playing scrabble on your iphones with everyone in the room. This was my MO this year.
The company honestly made for a truly wonderful and loving evening. I almost never have luck mixing friend groups but I find the time i spend with C and Pirate exhaustingly happy.
It still stung to know I was missing the epic dinner party at d's. Stung to remember how fun it was to play hostess last year. Buying stupid shit like fake corn centerpeices and silver candle sticks. digging out the champagne buckets and renting place settings for 30. Was always fun to let my OCD run wild in party decorating ideas. and the "we miss you" text messages felt shallow and strange. "we miss you.... but not enough to really matter when it counts." they invited C and i found myself not worried that she would blow me off to go. hadn't really thought about it before, but it's nice to trust someone.
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After thanksgiving, Pirate and I hopped in the range rover and set off in search of snow. lost the iphone stereo adapter cord so it was a road trip soundtracked with one of those old school CD logic CD cases full of "the last time you were actually buying CDs." Lots of Sublime, nirvana, old school blink. Made many many many music videos.
Ended up in Leavenworth, which was a magical little fake Bavarian town. Had an unbelievably amazing time. Lots of wine tasting bar hopping, giant beer drinking, antique shopping, shitty tourist swag shopping, marching around in snow, reading lazily by the fire, watching movies from a TV in the footboard of the bed and then more wine. Realized I was with a bestie when we tried to play hangman on the table while waiting for dinner and we kept guessing the words after 2 letters. einhorn... is FINKLE!
Got home and dragged C and Pirate to see the new twilight movie since my brain was broken and it was playing at big picture. ended up group sms'ing alternate titles and laughing inappropriately loud.
alt title 1- timid breathy white people make out dramatically in different locations
alt title 2- fucking and punching
alt title 3- teen pregnancy and you
alt title 4- vampreggers
alt title 5- see this is why we can't have nice things
and now i'm at work and i feel like it's still christmas vacation and i want to sleep more and drink white gluwein and eat cranberry walnuts.
knudsen out
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