11:15pm: Still full. Retiring to bed to give an episode or two of “Community” a chance (Television Without Pity likes it)…
Thankful this day is over. And I’m thankful for leftovers. Especially pie.
9:15pm: Will I ever not feel so full I want to puke?
Surrounded by contractors who are trying to convince us to fix our own electrical problems (specifically a chandelier in our apartment that gives off a shock when you touch it) rather than call our super to do it for us. My feeling: if my “repairs” could end up burning our building down, I’m calling experts—I don’t care how easy you say it is. Apparently I’m a high-maintenance city-slicker for insisting that we’re not going to mess around with live currents.
Did I mention I’m really, really full?
8:15pm: Sitting out by the fire pit debating grammar (specifically when to add an apostrophe and an “s” versus when to add just an apostrophe when the word ends with an “s”) with family, family friends, and a glass of wine. Thankful we helped cook for two days so the cleaning was done by the other guests. Had a tiny taste of the beau’s pumpkin pie and don’t think I’ll be able to eat any more until breakfast. But it’s early yet (even though it feels like midnight). I have accepted that my hair, my coat, my shoes, and everything on me will smell like smoke for days.
6pm: My grandmother wants us to check out the Walmart circular on the internet and check out the deals they have. Apparently there are kids’ pajamas for $3. She doesn’t like to be reminded that we have no need for those. Then she said something totally racist. Ah, now I feel like it’s really a holiday.
5:30pm: I am SO full that the whole getting up from the table and helping everyone else clean is literally impossible. I want nothing more than to drink lots of ice cold water (it’s still really hot here) and take a nap. My vegan pumpkin and pecan pies are mocking me from the sideboard.
4:20pm: Dinner’s almost ready and I already filled up tasting the potatoes, squash, gravy, Brussels sprouts, stuffing… Ugh. It’s unseasonably warm and the fires (living room fireplace and outdoor bonfire) are making it unbearably hot and I’m regretting my choice to base my outfit around a sweater. Luckily the three year old has arrived, so no one’s paying any attention to me anymore so I can focus on filling my wine glass.
3pm: The foraging went well–got tons of berries that I combined with holly to make centerpieces and little arrangements for the kitchen, bathrooms, mantle, etc.
We’re having a small Thanksgiving this year–just me, the beau, Amma (grandma), Mom, Jon (mom’s BF), Jon’s son Jon-Jon, Jon’s daughter Jessica, and her daughter Kayla. So far most of us are here and we’re frantically putting out the appetizers and getting the 10 dozen sides coordinated. My Tofurkey has gone in and all the sides are vegan! My family’s good to me. I just escaped for a moment to update this post and do my make-up then the drinking can begin!
Noon: I am thankful for a mom who is a kick-ass hair stylist. My mom just foiled my roots and I took my own advice for dressing for the holiday. We’re about to go for a hike to pick some twigs and berries for the centerpiece. Yes, my family and I are going foraging.
10:30am: Although no one is coming until 3, we’ve been running around setting the table for the past hour.
Alan Cumming just come on the screen (performing at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade) and my mom asked, “Is that Pee-Wee?”
9am: Five hours in the car, one too many post-travel apple cider martinis, and way too much Chinese food for dinner equalled a less than restful night’s sleep last night. At least we got in a viewing of the Gilmore Girl’s Thanksgiving episode where they go to all the different Thanksgivings (Mrs. Kim’s, Sookie’s, Luke’s, The Gilmores)… It’s a good watch today if you can find it; it’s called “A Deep-Fried Korean Thanksgiving” and it’s from season three.
This morning my mom has the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade on and although I was able to tolerate the way-too perky cheerleaders that kicked off the event, the cast of ‘Hair’ singing “Aquarius” proved more than I could take at this hour, so I have returned to the guest room (my brother’s old room—mine was converted to a baby’s room when my mom’s BF’s daughter had a baby) to wish you a happy Thanksgiving and welcome you to OMFGstyle’s very first live blogging experience. Am I thankful for having something else besides cooking sides to keep me busy today? You bet.
