Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, how I love you, and how sad when it all comes to an end. This year my nephew Jason couldn't make it, but my brother and sister-in-law did.
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| We had nineteen kinds of dessert. |
Aunt Val's neighbor had the night off from his job as a prison guard and brought his wife over to Thursday's bonfire.
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| My cousin Margaret brought her significant other, Justin. |
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| My nephew Steven brought his significant other, Reina. |
And of course, Clan Curtis / DeSocio / Jacobs finally met Becky, AKA Cleopatra, AKA the Girl with the Pigeon Tattoo.
We drove, and despite car games, awesome sing-alongs, and a two-hour side swipe at Savannah, it's not an experience I care to repeat any time soon. Particularly the part where we couldn't find a cheap hotel.
We started pulling over in Virginia, going into hotels and seeing what a night cost. We took turns to stay awake, all the way to Pennsylvania. Past two am, unable to drive another foot, we reclined the seats and proceeded to sleep in the car. It was 30-degrees outside. Those $50 nights at the Loews Becky's sister hooks us up with have us spoiled.
We're already saving our pennies so we can fly up next year with Dylan, so imagine him photoshopped into these photos.
We started pulling over in Virginia, going into hotels and seeing what a night cost. We took turns to stay awake, all the way to Pennsylvania. Past two am, unable to drive another foot, we reclined the seats and proceeded to sleep in the car. It was 30-degrees outside. Those $50 nights at the Loews Becky's sister hooks us up with have us spoiled.
We're already saving our pennies so we can fly up next year with Dylan, so imagine him photoshopped into these photos.
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| My sister Cass, her son Johnny, and my sister-in-law Kim |
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| My cousin Shannon and his wife Christina, with my Mom |
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| The group, minus Kim (behind the camera) and Aunt Val (in the kitchen) |
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| My brother AJ, Me, Becky, and my sister Cass |
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| Me, Becky, and Shannon & Christina's daughter Sophia, pre-snowball fight |
In the meantime, I'm hoping my family will visit us so they can get to know her better.
The Turkey Bowl was two-hand touch with just a few guys. I lost most of Friday to a Labatt Blue hangover, so we missed driving to the Rez. Becky didn't get to eat any apple pie the whole time. On the way back, route 95 was choked with bumper-to-bumper traffic from Pennsylvania to Virginia. I kept saving it for later, so my one serving of corn chowder went bad on the drive back home. Heartbreaking.
The beauty of being with family is not that the good outweighs the bad, it's that the bad is a mild afterthought.
Here's to another great year.
That's a lovely last shot of you and Becky with Sophia.....
ReplyDeleteThanks! I think we could photoshop Dylan in there and use it as a Christmas card.
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