Thanksgiving Sucks
Well, I’d the rottenest Thanksgiving thus far. My brother Thomas was on the East Coast celebrating with his new wife (which is right and proper—but I miss them both nonetheless). I’m recovering from surgery and in no small amount of pain. My brothers spent the day playing Halo 2 on an XBox, despite a plethora of board and card games we could have played together, enjoying one another’s company. I had to work the day after Thanksgiving, which has normally been a holiday. And one of my brothers decided to harangue me with his imbecilic and thoroughly ignorant economic theories (worthy of a Kerry voter, not of anyone with an IQ above room temperature) throughout dinner, rather than discussing pleasant subjects.
On the plus side, the turkey was excellent. My mother brined it this year, an excellent and commendable idea. And I did manage to do a decent job of carving the bird, which was gratifying. Other than that, it was a thoroughly miserable day: the most enjoyable thing I did all day was take a nap after dinner.
