Today’s been tough. I’ve been on my feet for much of the day helping to get my aunt’s Thanksgiving bash off the ground. We’ve all been toiling away in the kitchen preparing things. I spent two hours in front of the barbecue in the hot Arizona sun cooking skewers of meat. We were well prepared.
I got all dressed up for the event. Though honestly I’m feeling really fat right now in what I’m wearing…staying here hasn’t been really kind to my waistline. If I stay much longer, I know I’m going to develop some really bad habits and set myself back a couple years. Anyway, it’s about 8pm right now. I’ve had my turkey. The guests are here and well fed. However, instead of socializing, I’m in hiding! I’m hanging out here in my room just biding my time and sort of hoping for everyone to just disappear.
Maaaaan. These people aren’t my friends–they are my aunt’s friends. I don’t know them, and I know that in all probability I won’t be seeing them again. There are some people that are sort of my age (younger by a few years) but I got mildly annoyed from watching them being all trendy and talking about Myspace.com. Blaaaaargh. I don’t want to say I’m beyond all that, because I’m not (I mean, for shit’s sake, I’m blogging right now)…but God damn. I suppose I could hang out with the men in the back, but I don’t feel like talking about firearms while getting drunk, know what I mean? Been there, done that. That leaves the older ladies, of which I’m really only interested in talking to family members–which isn’t exactly a novelty. Heh.
Socializing like this is just draining. I’ll be honest. I just wanted to help my aunt host: I did my duty. And now, it’s her show. I’m always like this, right? Although, I’m not so isolationist if I actually know the guests. Mmm. What the heck, man.
(Ugh…just took a break to eat some sweet potato. Je le regrette beaucoup.)
Well, in Canadian Thanksgivings past, it’s been recorded that I have trouble expressing exactly why I’m thankful. Well, as a result of being here in this new environment, I suppose I can come up with something now: I’m really thankful for my family. They are my rock. They are my support. Yes, they can drive me insane on occasion, but when push comes to shove they will always be there behind me to give me direction.
I want to write something longer of more profound, but the Thanksgiving stuffing is messing with my head. That’s all you’re getting for now.


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