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Friendsgiving at Alli’s House
Every year for the last 8-10 years, Tejal and I have gone to our friend Allison’s house for a pre-thanksgiving meal with people we don’t really know.
It’s not that we don’t know these people, it’s just that we only see them once a year. It’s always a little awkward sometimes, but Allison makes all the food from scratch, so it’s totally worth it.
Usually there are two couples from our immediate group of friends there. But this year, one couple was sick and I’m not sure what happen to the other couple. Either way, it forced us to talk to people we don’t know very well, which can be uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time.
I met people tonight who worked in the intelligence world in D.C. and was driving back east tomorrow on Thanksgiving day. There was a, “self- proclaimed slut who wouldn’t even sleep with myself.”
And one guy who told us, “You know what kind of tree drives me fucking wild? An elm. Just standing there shedding bark all over the place.” (To be fair, he was talking to an arborist.)
Several glasses of wine makes everything more interesting. And there are always a dozen or so bottles on fully stocked liquor table.
Tonight I heard someone say, “This is what Thanksgiving is all about, traditions, breaking bread with people you hardly know, and getting a little drunk before you have to drive home.
Not that I encourage drunk driving.”
Thank you Allison for the annual Friendsgiving meal and hopefully we will see you again next year.
If you want to see some basic rules about hosting a Friendsgiving of your own, click here. http://www.buzzfeed.com/emofly/17-rules-of-friendsgiving?s=mobile
Although for the record, Alli makes ALL of the food (Ham, Turkey, 2 or 3 kinds of potatoes, stuffing, gravy, green beans with bacon and at least 5 different kinds of homemade pies.)
But hey, not everyone can be Allison. Go ahead and try anyway. Your friends will thank you for it.
(Picture above is of my daughter. Alli’s standing in the background.)
Ferguson Burns My Memories Away
I have a house in Ferguson that I’ve owned for about 12 years. About two months ago, I started the process of giving it back to the bank. I owed about $25,000 more than it was worth, at its appraised value of $15,000. Prices have plummeted in the last few months. No one wants to […]
Steal Like An Artist
I picked up Steal Like An Artist by Austin Kleon yesterday and read it cover to cover in one sitting. It’s been a while since I’ve done that. Some of the highlights were: 1. You’re allowed to steal other people’s ideas. You’re not plagiarizing per se, but putting your own twist on something that’s […]
Atua: Sacred Gods of Polynesia
I grew up in Hawaii from the ages of 11 to 24. Now I’m a landlocked beach boy stuck in the middle of the United States. Today on a cold, rainy day here in St. Louis, I miss Hawaii even more than I normally do in the winter. Today I went to the St. Louis […]
Kustom Kulture by Douglas Thomas Wallace” on YouTube
I had this idea of a tribute poem to Von Dutch, Big Daddy Roth and Robert Williams in my head for over three years. They are the godfathers of hot rod culture. If it weren’t for them, there’s a good chance we wouldn’t have pinstripes, fiberglass cars and hot rod/ chopper shows on reality T.V. […]
Taking Action
I haven’t posted much since I’ve started my new job. In fact, it’s been five months since I’ve been able to sit down and write anything. A couple of weeks ago I realized that we were halfway through the year and I haven’t accomplished most of my goals that I set for myself at the […]
Flower Girl
My purple plumeria unfolds exposing her yellow center, moisture drips down her petals before she breaks free, falling to the ground.
Magical Fingers
Magical Fingers run through your dark hair massaging your scalp with fingertips as they trickle down your cheek and back up your jaw-line leaving you feeling like you’ve been sprinkled with pixie dust. Fingernails lightly caress your neck and slide over the edge of your shoulder down your left arm as goosebumps rise like a […]
Seasonal Lovers
Spring rolls through and her warmth penetrates everything. Summer is a hot-blooded lover that every man needs at least once in his lifetime. Autumn is cool, calm and full of color. But when icy winter rolls around, every man prays for spring.
