Living in California, one may think that I spent Thanksgiving Day eating a turkey sub with cranberry juice, but one would be mistaken.
A big advantage of having a large family is the fact that wherever you go, you’ll possibly run into some “kinfolk!” (This word is now a part of my daily vocabulary since I watched the E:60 documentary about Jason Tuck!)
It’s great to be able to move across the country and share a beautiful and tasty Thanksgiving meal with friends and family. The day was great and our hosts were amazing. My favorite part of the evening came when I was presented with the opportunity to break out my “g“ card!
I don’t like to conform to anything, so I’m not big on being thankful on “turkey day,” but I was thankful for the opportunity to break out my “g” card!
The day was going well and it was time for dinner. Before we ate, everyone gathered in a large circle and bowed their heads while a guest said grace. I am incapable of paying attention to anyone who is praying because I equate the ritual to a stand-up comedian bringing down the house with hilarious material.
I have no idea what was said, but I’m pretty certain it went something like, “’god,’ ‘god,’ he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can!”
While the others either listened to the prayer or pretended to listen, my mind went on a journey. I didn’t bother closing my eyes, like everyone else; I looked around and created random thoughts about each person in the room.
I don’t really remember exactly what my thoughts were, but this is a general idea of what came to my mind:
- “I wonder if my cousin is wondering what’s going on in my head while these people are praying!”
- “I wonder if anyone really believes that ‘god’ put this food on the table!”
- “I feel sorry for the women who actually cooked dinner and are giving the glory to their imaginary friend!”
- “That chick is kind of hot; I would definitely ask her to ‘go steady’ and let her wear my Varsity jacket!”
- …and so on!
Sadly, the prayer went by really quick so I didn’t get to everyone in the room. The night went like any other Thanksgiving Day; great food, great company, and COLD ASS WEATHER! (Just kidding, it was hot as hell because I live in Southern California!)
This is what our prayer circle looked like!