The party attendees quickly grew. We had Diana, Bob, Catie, Toby, Renae, Dave, Jackson, Babette and us four. Then I found out Babettes niece, her boyfriend and his son were coming. This morning my mom called frantic about my step moms niece, her husband and their 2 kids were coming. I just said let them. So now we are at 19 people. Wow. The day went almost without a hitch. Diana, who had the turkey of course had a car that wouldn't start on an island. James talked her through it and they made it. James was a little upset I wouldn't let him grill veggies but later he admitted we didn't need them after all. Strangers ate amazing food with strangers. Kids played and played. No one fought. Nothing burned. Did I mention the food was epic? It was sooooo gooood. I hardly ever say things like that. It was awesome. We were all full and having a great time and then the weirdest thing happened. A midget walked in our door and up our stairs. He said hello. He looked around and his cheery expression seemed to dissipate. He asked if this was Wilsons place. I said no, it isn't but you are welcome anyway. As he walked back down the stairs to leave he mumbled that this house looked just like Wilsons place. He was gone. I nearly wet my pants. It was so surreal. We still can't wrap our heads around it. We know our neighbors pretty well and don't know a Wilson. It was a killer addition to our killer Thanksgiving. I know I sound like a bitch for calling him a midget and laughing. I am sorry. I don't call him a little person because it sounds like a lost child walked into my house. I would have laughed no matter what size the person was that walked in and did that.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
The Best Thanksgiving EVER
It really was. James and I got to host it which is a rare treat. James' sister and her fam were supposed to come to Washington from NY but due to extremely dramatic circumstances that trip was abandoned. James mom, Diana, had bought concert tickets, tons of toys and made huge preparations for the visit. It suddenly came crashing down. I offered our place so she didn't have to be at her house bummed that the east coasters were absent.
The party attendees quickly grew. We had Diana, Bob, Catie, Toby, Renae, Dave, Jackson, Babette and us four. Then I found out Babettes niece, her boyfriend and his son were coming. This morning my mom called frantic about my step moms niece, her husband and their 2 kids were coming. I just said let them. So now we are at 19 people. Wow. The day went almost without a hitch. Diana, who had the turkey of course had a car that wouldn't start on an island. James talked her through it and they made it. James was a little upset I wouldn't let him grill veggies but later he admitted we didn't need them after all. Strangers ate amazing food with strangers. Kids played and played. No one fought. Nothing burned. Did I mention the food was epic? It was sooooo gooood. I hardly ever say things like that. It was awesome. We were all full and having a great time and then the weirdest thing happened. A midget walked in our door and up our stairs. He said hello. He looked around and his cheery expression seemed to dissipate. He asked if this was Wilsons place. I said no, it isn't but you are welcome anyway. As he walked back down the stairs to leave he mumbled that this house looked just like Wilsons place. He was gone. I nearly wet my pants. It was so surreal. We still can't wrap our heads around it. We know our neighbors pretty well and don't know a Wilson. It was a killer addition to our killer Thanksgiving. I know I sound like a bitch for calling him a midget and laughing. I am sorry. I don't call him a little person because it sounds like a lost child walked into my house. I would have laughed no matter what size the person was that walked in and did that.
The party attendees quickly grew. We had Diana, Bob, Catie, Toby, Renae, Dave, Jackson, Babette and us four. Then I found out Babettes niece, her boyfriend and his son were coming. This morning my mom called frantic about my step moms niece, her husband and their 2 kids were coming. I just said let them. So now we are at 19 people. Wow. The day went almost without a hitch. Diana, who had the turkey of course had a car that wouldn't start on an island. James talked her through it and they made it. James was a little upset I wouldn't let him grill veggies but later he admitted we didn't need them after all. Strangers ate amazing food with strangers. Kids played and played. No one fought. Nothing burned. Did I mention the food was epic? It was sooooo gooood. I hardly ever say things like that. It was awesome. We were all full and having a great time and then the weirdest thing happened. A midget walked in our door and up our stairs. He said hello. He looked around and his cheery expression seemed to dissipate. He asked if this was Wilsons place. I said no, it isn't but you are welcome anyway. As he walked back down the stairs to leave he mumbled that this house looked just like Wilsons place. He was gone. I nearly wet my pants. It was so surreal. We still can't wrap our heads around it. We know our neighbors pretty well and don't know a Wilson. It was a killer addition to our killer Thanksgiving. I know I sound like a bitch for calling him a midget and laughing. I am sorry. I don't call him a little person because it sounds like a lost child walked into my house. I would have laughed no matter what size the person was that walked in and did that.
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