My Thanksgiving

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, a holiday I do not celebrate, I´ve decided to honor you with a feast. A feast of my ranting thoughts that is (as horrendously corny as that sounds) because the same way I do not celebrate this holiday (call me a Grinch, today I´m being one) I am in no mood to cook.

According to Wikipedia, “The first Thanksgiving feast lasted three days providing enough food for 53 pilgrims and 90 Indians."

Three days of feasting and enough food for 143 people--that´s a party in my book. Plus 90 of the attending guests were semi-naked, so things may or may not have gotten wild. So how did we go from party to family reunion? Way to kill what could have been an awesome holiday.

It would still be fun however, if you have a family of drinkers. Thanksgiving with my family, would consist of an alcohol-loaded night, cracking jokes (most content is not adequate to be published in this blog) and dancing to our old school anthem-- Daddy Cool. Aguardiente, a liquorish-based Colombian drink, would have been rolling around the table if it were up to my uncle to decide. I personally would have preferred some gin and tonic. Point is turkey and gravy would not have been the main part of night.

But since my family does not celebrate Thanksgiving and I´m feeling bitter today I´m going to ignore what could be a great night chez Vo. However, since I am taking the time to write this and tomorrow is not only about the food but also about giving thanks, I guess I should name a lucky few-- my mom, my dad, my roommie, blah blah. My landlord who fixed the leak after maybe the 100th time we threaten to break our lease; Remy, our mouse, for finally moving into our neighbors´ apartment and leaving us alone. I guess I should double thank the restaurant downstairs of my apartment building for 1. Always making sure my room smells like garlic and 2. Keeping their doors open late enough that I can go to bed at 1 a.m. on a Monday and still listen to people´s conversations downstairs. Thank you all!

Yes you guessed it, at the moment I´m sitting alone in my apartment. I´m bored out of my mind. Chlo left me (LEFT ME!) to go see her bf in Montreal and it´s raining outside and Caro, my friend who´s coming to visit, is stuck in traffic and I´m starving. No I do not want turkey or gravy or mash potatoes. Sleeping pills, however, are more than welcome.

On that note, Happy Holidays!