Weekend Plans Post: Thanksgiving (American)
A re-run from last year:
Every year at Thanksgiving, I listen to this song again:
A wonderful self-indulgent romp through nine-and-a-half minutes of a guy who listened to Bob Dylan and said “I could do that” and, you know what? He almost can.
This Thanksgiving we’re going over to the sister’s and will be enjoying the full catastrophe with everybody. Last year we didn’t. Last year we were distancing safely. This year? Heck, yeah! I’ll bring the pie! Just pumpkin, this year. I was specifically requested to not bring three different kinds of pie and DEFINITELY do not bring six because you resented being told to not bring three. The nephew is coming back down from university and I’ll get to hear stories about his sophomore year and I’ll bore him with a story about mine and we’ll all sit around laughing and deliberately *NOT* talking about anything political and making jokes about football and college girls and about how much better this year is than last year was.
We might make the kiddos watch this clip from WKRP:
Tell them about watching it live. Tell them that it’s based on a true story. Tell them that the 70’s were so much better when it came to radio promotional gimmicks. Better music, too.
And eat way too much and take a nap on the couch and take home tupperwares full of leftovers and prepare myself emotionally for Christmas Music.
This year is so much better than last year, I’m reeling.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is Super Alice, awakened from a nap. Picture taken by Maribou.)