So, as you all know, yesterday was Thanksgiving. I really hope everyone had a great day yesterday. I know that it’s a cliche that Thanksgiving is a time to fight with your family and get drunk enough to tolerate your racist uncle, but for me, that has never been the case.
Being from a foreign family, Thanksgiving has always been a kind of weird holiday.. We’re American citizens stuck in Swedish bodies, but over the years we have found our stride with this event. We’ve made it our own and we’ve managed to make it a good time every year, because that’s the Swedish way.
This year was actually a small Thanksgiving party, just my parents, Dragon, and myself. To be honest, I was a little worried that this would be the quietest dinner of all time. Dragon isn’t all about the family functions and my dad does this thing where he basically ignores his children’s significant others until they become engaged (his reasons are actually kind of sweet: he doesn’t want to get attached and then have us break up.), so I was sure that this Thanksgiving would be a two man show, starring Emelie and her mother. This could only be amazing.
Many of you had the pleasure of meeting my mother a few posts ago. You can only imagine the two of us cooking together in a kitchen. Now add The Temptations Pandora station. Yeah. This is what Dragon walked into when he arrived for Thanksgiving dinner. He walked in, immediately greeted by loud music, and found my mother shouting at me to “grab the pricker and feel the potatoes!”
Dragon: Oh jeeze…
But he didn’t run away, God bless that guy. Instead he stood there, gratefully accepted a cup of coffee and asked me if I had been drinking.
Me: Nope! Not yet!
My dad was occupying himself elsewhere, either finding some type of housework to do or watching the game, we’re never really sure, so Dragon was stuck with us ladies for the time being.
That’s when Stevie Wonder came on and all conversation stopped as my mother and I immediately began doing some type of strange dance in front of the stove while we continued to stir and mash things. I’m betting that this was not a pretty sight – I’ve realized that I should never expect to be a sexy dancer. If I try to be sexy I can only assume it’s comparable to a goose or a giraffe attempting a strip tease.
Anyway, there my mom and I were, swinging our hips around to Stevie Wonder’s funky beats while poor Dragon just stood and wished he could teleport to anywhere else in the world.
Enter my father, stage right. My dad took one look at my mother and I and then looked at Dragon:
Dragon: Yes, please.
Dad: You got it.
And that is the Thanksgiving miracle of how my dad bonded with my boyfriend.
And dinner was actually great, we all talked and laughed and drank, and there really wasn’t any uncomfortable silences, which is super impressive.
I hope you all had just as wonderful of a day as we did. I also want to take this opportunity to tell you, my readers, how thankful I am for you all. This blog has already been an amazing journey for me and it’s still just a baby! I have made awesome friends from this that I hope will continue to grow and I found out things about myself that I only dreamed would start happening. You all rock and if it weren’t for you I know I would not be having as much fun in my life. So thanks!! 🙂
Happy Thanksgiving Weekend, everybody! Please don’t die in a Black Friday battle, and also make sure you support your indie shops this weekend! Today is Plaid Fridays for the independent shops and tomorrow is Small Business Saturday! Get out there and support the locals!