Comic for Tuesday, Nov 23, 2004

Posted: 9:09 am, Tuesday, November 23, 2004

So, in the fall of 2002, I decided, for some reason, to have a Thanksgiving dinner for my friends. Kind of a sitcom Thanksgiving, where it was all just friends, no family, and everyone just sat around enjoying themselves. Jan and Lauren got involved pretty heavily, and we went with a theme of the Big Harvard-Yale game from the 50s as a dress code, which was fun and had the added benefit of making no sense. I lived in a basement then - the apartment where Ron currently abides - and really had no business inviting 15 people over for dinner, especially since I had no idea what I was doing and was lucky not to kill everyone involved with underdone turkey.

Last year, things went a bit more smoothly, although I was sicker than a dog and barely remember much of it.

On Sunday, the third annual Thanksgiving-ish occurred, and I've got to say - I've got this thing down to a science. I still freak out a bit and run around overhosting, but thanks to the folks at Butterball, even this 21st-century sham of a man can figure out how to carve a dress, roast and carve a turkey (turkey-carving, for me, requires a diagram - I have a hard time believing Miles Standish needed a diagram to carve the bird). And there was some drama with the bathroom, too, involving busted porcelain, but that hardly dampened things. Really, the only shame of the evening is that we never got around to play the Trivial Pursuit game Di gave me for a belated birthday gift.

Lauren showed up first because she had some research to do on a radio show she's doing tomorrow - there will be mention of it here next week if she deems it a success, otherwise we will never speak of it again - then Donovan, Di, and then a whole bunch of people, rapidly, as I was trying to take care of stuff in the kitchen. Erin and Noah, Crownover, Tree and Lady Tree, Cheryl, and Donovan's fellow all showed up for the meal, and Sarah and Sumo later on after most of the party had cleared out and my head was thoroughly cloudy with wine and turkey. But I'd like to throw a thank-you out there to everyone who showed up. It's always nice knowing that your friends can all get along.

So, Thanksgiving-ish out of the way, I am free to focus on Thanksgiving, which is also going to be at my house, with the progenitors of the lovely 2.0 meeting my own insane parents for the first time. I am clearly totally insane, as well, hosting and preparing not one but two Thanksgiving dinners in a four-day span. Bloody, bloody hell, I am insane.

Rolling Stone, which sucks for everything other than political articles, is currently running a list of the 500 Greatest Songs Ever, a list so inane and subjective that I can't believe anyone outside of a livejournal bothered to compile one. Like a Rolling Stone comes in first, Boston's More Than a Feeling is 500, and a bunch of songs I've never heard fill much of the middle 498.

Video game news: RAW says GTA: San Andreas is awesome. Noah says that Worlds of Warcraft is awesome. I found that there is an Easy setting on The Two Towers, and finally got past the third level.

Do I need an ombudsman?

E sent me a good op-ed from the Washington Post, but I can't find it and am too lazy to look right now.

Oh, sorry I overslept yesterday. I had to change my alarm so that it would go off on the weekend so I could put the turkey in the oven on Sunday, and forgot to change it back.

The best Kit-Kat I ever had was at a ski resort in Switzerland, near the Matterhorn. It was with Andy Bay, over Thanksgiving break seven years ago. Just thought I'd mention.

I'm taking tomorrow off, so the post for Wednesday will be posted at five tonight, in case anyone wants another dose of Five Bucks today.

bullfrog