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In my family Thanksgiving is a multi-day food and drink extravaganza spent with people I've known all my life or who've known me all of theirs -- My parents, my brother. My dad's best college friend DZ, who married one of mom's college roommates, AZ. Their three kids, all younger than me and all almost adults now. Beth, who lived with mom and AZ (the year after she stopped dating my dad. I think).
This year we're down at the Z's, enjoying their fancy remodeled kitchen. Which brings me to the point of the post, which is explaining why I keep adding "Like SAVAGES" to everything I say about Thanksgiving 2012.
See, the Z's had a bit of a plumbing catastrophe in the second floor bathroom, and their tiny, cramped, terribly designed kitchen was the victim. Vast amounts of money later they've worked strange and occult magics in their kitchen, and the same tiny floor area has been totally transformed into a space that's more functional, more friendly, and just all around more awesome. Of course Thanksgiving is the perfect holiday to christen a new kitchen with, right? But they also have this fancy new grill, so they decided to cook the chicken outside, and told my folks that.
Shortly afterwards, my parents turned on the radio and heard an ad or story or something, with a stereotypical new york jewish grandma complaining about her kids, thusly:
"Of course they always want to do everything at their house. 'Oh, it's no trouble, ma, come over here, we'll handle it.' Every time! And they spent all this money on a new kitchen. Thousands of dollahs! So we go there for Thanksgiving, in this NEW kitchen, that cost thousands of dollahs, and what do they do? They cook the turkey outside! On a Fi-re! Like saaaavages!"
And that's just too good to ignore, especially when you've been drinking since noon.
Not that we binge. No. Shots are for amateurs and people who haven't had 'afford good wine' as their raison d'employment for twenty years. Turkey Week drinking is an endurance event.
It turns out that wine-and-friends-and-oh-yeah-the-Zs-have-a-hot-tub is EXACTLY what I needed for the week when I started realizing that pretty much everything in 2012 has been going wrong. It's been more than excellent, it's been like a mental health miracle. And now I'm going to stop rambling because THERE IS A HOT TUB, and later -- or now -- there will be port.
Maybe now.
Do you pair ruby or tawny with a hot tub?
This year we're down at the Z's, enjoying their fancy remodeled kitchen. Which brings me to the point of the post, which is explaining why I keep adding "Like SAVAGES" to everything I say about Thanksgiving 2012.
See, the Z's had a bit of a plumbing catastrophe in the second floor bathroom, and their tiny, cramped, terribly designed kitchen was the victim. Vast amounts of money later they've worked strange and occult magics in their kitchen, and the same tiny floor area has been totally transformed into a space that's more functional, more friendly, and just all around more awesome. Of course Thanksgiving is the perfect holiday to christen a new kitchen with, right? But they also have this fancy new grill, so they decided to cook the chicken outside, and told my folks that.
Shortly afterwards, my parents turned on the radio and heard an ad or story or something, with a stereotypical new york jewish grandma complaining about her kids, thusly:
"Of course they always want to do everything at their house. 'Oh, it's no trouble, ma, come over here, we'll handle it.' Every time! And they spent all this money on a new kitchen. Thousands of dollahs! So we go there for Thanksgiving, in this NEW kitchen, that cost thousands of dollahs, and what do they do? They cook the turkey outside! On a Fi-re! Like saaaavages!"
And that's just too good to ignore, especially when you've been drinking since noon.
Not that we binge. No. Shots are for amateurs and people who haven't had 'afford good wine' as their raison d'employment for twenty years. Turkey Week drinking is an endurance event.
It turns out that wine-and-friends-and-oh-yeah-the-Zs-have-a-hot-tub is EXACTLY what I needed for the week when I started realizing that pretty much everything in 2012 has been going wrong. It's been more than excellent, it's been like a mental health miracle. And now I'm going to stop rambling because THERE IS A HOT TUB, and later -- or now -- there will be port.
Maybe now.
Do you pair ruby or tawny with a hot tub?
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