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So its 2am and i'm wide awake. I have a feeling the coffee at tonight's feast was not decaf as promised and while it got me through the 90 minute drive home, I would have liked to have had my head hit the pillow and have been sound asleep within a few minutes. Its far too late to take a sleeping pill and there's only so many times one can watch Kate Hudson in "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" and the final episode of "Rome", so if this post seems a little incoherent, blame Starbucks.
So today was Thanksgiving and its usually one of my favorite holidays, how can you not love a holiday solely based on food? However, every year i go full of expectation that this year will be different - enjoyable,fun, not stressful at all and every year i'm surprised that i'm disappointed. I realized that everything is fine until the three and half hour mark, then things start to unspool. Halfway through dinner my mother says to me to is "Oh my god you look exhausted! Look at those dark circles under your eyes" and instead of people becoming more relaxed with more liquor in them they start to become mean, all the while my grandmother is sitting there trying to keep up with all the conversations. I'm usually the only single person under the age of 50 at these family functions so after a while I feel like a 13 year old with no other kids to sit with at the kids table.
This is not to say that i'm not grateful for having a place to go on Thanksgiving but when you're in the thick of it somehow the notion of maxing out your credit card at some glorious spa over a holiday weekend doesn't seem that outrageous.
I will be skipping all the early bird shopping specials this morning(hopefully i'll actually get some sleep tonight)though I can't avoid it forever - I was informed, rather loudly, by my mother this evening that i will not be abandoning her with her relatives and THAT I HAVE TO COME TO HER HOUSE AT CHRISTMAS(which i do every year anyway). Well that makes it so much more appealing.
Somebody please call the Four Seasons and book me a 3pm rubdown with Gunther on December 26th!
Happy Thanksgiving.
So today was Thanksgiving and its usually one of my favorite holidays, how can you not love a holiday solely based on food? However, every year i go full of expectation that this year will be different - enjoyable,fun, not stressful at all and every year i'm surprised that i'm disappointed. I realized that everything is fine until the three and half hour mark, then things start to unspool. Halfway through dinner my mother says to me to is "Oh my god you look exhausted! Look at those dark circles under your eyes" and instead of people becoming more relaxed with more liquor in them they start to become mean, all the while my grandmother is sitting there trying to keep up with all the conversations. I'm usually the only single person under the age of 50 at these family functions so after a while I feel like a 13 year old with no other kids to sit with at the kids table.
This is not to say that i'm not grateful for having a place to go on Thanksgiving but when you're in the thick of it somehow the notion of maxing out your credit card at some glorious spa over a holiday weekend doesn't seem that outrageous.
I will be skipping all the early bird shopping specials this morning(hopefully i'll actually get some sleep tonight)though I can't avoid it forever - I was informed, rather loudly, by my mother this evening that i will not be abandoning her with her relatives and THAT I HAVE TO COME TO HER HOUSE AT CHRISTMAS(which i do every year anyway). Well that makes it so much more appealing.
Somebody please call the Four Seasons and book me a 3pm rubdown with Gunther on December 26th!
Happy Thanksgiving.
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