Gobble Gobble. Thanksgiving.
Mine was interesting: The wife and I hosted at our apartment for twenty people. Now, feeding twenty is a large party as it is but this is a miracle feat for an apartment in New York as most are just glorified closets (we were asked to host the fire hazard as ours is a slightly bigger glorified walk-in closet)). For the actual execution of the dinner, I had to become the "C.E.O of our Thanksgiving" (an idea from a recent NY Times article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/26/dining/26dele.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&em) and assigned different guests to bring side dishes, etc to contribute to the greater socialistic dinner vision. Luckily, I had a bad cop "CFO" who bullied and shamed most of the guests to contribute a product of a certain fair value (cover charge) to get them through the door. It actually worked and we did not need a bailout for most of dinner but by the end of day, we had eaten through most or started to divest pieces of the company's assets (left overs). I know this concept all sounds strange but I knew this Turkey day would be memorable when on Tuesday, the Missus went to a poultry farm in Queens to pick out a fresh turkey but I did not realize how 'fresh' it would be. Apparently the farm had live turkeys that one could pick and then would be taken to the back to be put down, feathered and drained. She said the bird, although dead, was still rattling around in the bucket on the way back home. When I opened the bucket at home, I saw that the turkey was actually looking right at me (the farm had not taken care of the head and feet) and I was asked to cleaver those parts off and lose my humanity all at the same time. I thought I would be so shaken and end that night retching in the bathroom and looking at my 'killer hands' in the shower with my clothes on but found that I am a cold-hearted exterminator. The actual dinner went smoothly with our guests overstuffed, over served and over drowsy (high on tryptophan). The one hiccup was that one of my friends came over early and started to drink some of the wine that he brought early (like 3 hours early) and continued through 3 bottles on his own. Let's just say he started tickling the other guests and I had to step in when he started hitting on my mother-in-law. Luckily he passed out after tickling me. Like I said, smooth as a baby's butt (with a rash).
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