Somebody has to be snubbed
So I suck.
I have technically three Thanksgiving invites, and aside from the fact that I think Native Americans got a raw deal (to say the least) I'm having to decide which dinner to go to. I've already eliminated the In-Law Thanksgiving dinner. I refuse to go to Pennsylvania just yet, I'm not recovered enough to see it again, BF had to go without me. Also, his family has their head up their ass about politics, etc. So that also eliminates the one dinner where people might be really believing the national idea of Thanksgiving and that the Iraqis really need a US presence, for their own good. That kind of thing always leads to too much drinking (for both of us; it's not like he agrees with his family) and feeling nauseous most of the evening because the food we can eat there is too rich or canned or whatnot (they don't know how to cook for vegetarians, or anybody who doesn't want to die young, come to think of it) and possibly vomiting discreetly in the hedge. Oy.
That leaves two dinners. One is with popedale and his mate and couple people I have never met, at a place I have never been, which would involve either taking the T or being in a car. I like popedale and his mate. But I hate cars. I also hate slogging my way home, drunk and stuffed, from a distance.
This is probably why I don't get out much.
The other dinner is through my knitting circle. It is vegan. It is blocks from my house. It involves knitting and lots of booze and soy ice cream and Tofurkey. Hmmm.
Sorry, Dale!
I have technically three Thanksgiving invites, and aside from the fact that I think Native Americans got a raw deal (to say the least) I'm having to decide which dinner to go to. I've already eliminated the In-Law Thanksgiving dinner. I refuse to go to Pennsylvania just yet, I'm not recovered enough to see it again, BF had to go without me. Also, his family has their head up their ass about politics, etc. So that also eliminates the one dinner where people might be really believing the national idea of Thanksgiving and that the Iraqis really need a US presence, for their own good. That kind of thing always leads to too much drinking (for both of us; it's not like he agrees with his family) and feeling nauseous most of the evening because the food we can eat there is too rich or canned or whatnot (they don't know how to cook for vegetarians, or anybody who doesn't want to die young, come to think of it) and possibly vomiting discreetly in the hedge. Oy.
That leaves two dinners. One is with popedale and his mate and couple people I have never met, at a place I have never been, which would involve either taking the T or being in a car. I like popedale and his mate. But I hate cars. I also hate slogging my way home, drunk and stuffed, from a distance.
This is probably why I don't get out much.
The other dinner is through my knitting circle. It is vegan. It is blocks from my house. It involves knitting and lots of booze and soy ice cream and Tofurkey. Hmmm.
Sorry, Dale!