Freakin Turkey

Well...this Thanksgiving was ok. Not the best, but it wasn't bad. My family and I spent it with a family friend of ours in Kentucky. They have a boy that's also a senior in high school and a girl thats a year older than my brother. We hadn't seen them in four years so we were pretty excited. So as we came downstairs to eat the turkey and all the other yummy things, we were thinking much less about giving thanks and much more about quickly finishing and going back up to video games (but I do give thanks, I'm a good kid).

The observations I made were very simple. Everybody was happy. My parents were constantly laughing and the mood was freaking awesome. The greatest observation of all though, was the turkey. The freaking turkey. Such beautiful pieces of turkey. I put a bunch on my plate, it felt like slow motion. Unfortunately, it looked better than it tasted. It was dry. I don't do dry.
It was like this picture. How freaking dry does that look!!!??? Very dry.

Anyway, I'm a man so I ate it all and enjoyed it. The sweet potatoes were also very good. Thought I'd throw that out there.

So as I already mentioned, everybody was happy. But I didn't feel that Thanksgiving mood feeling thingy. You know what I mean. All of us ate really fast and just went upstairs to finish up our video game session just so we could start a new one. But I do think the parents felt it. They stayed down and talked as they ate. They laughed loudly and took their time...took too long actually, but still. They then just went into the living room, sat down, and chatted away. As I was gaming, I was really trying to get into the Thanksgiving mood. No joke. I was thinking about all the previous Thanksgivings and how great they were, but I kept getting sucked into the game so I just gave up.

I feel pretty guilty to be honest. The video game sessions also got kind of heated, some arguments here and there. Maybe one or two punches thrown. So instead of giving thanks...I verbally abused somebody and destroyed them in a game. The worst part of it was that I felt pretty good about it and am now just feeling horrible as I'm writing this blog. But at the end of the day, at like, 2 A.M. when I just got into bed...I'm pretty sure I said "Thank you God" or something of the sort.