This Thanksgiving was abnormal. My Aunt M and Uncle B always hosts at their house, where her four kids & their families, my Aunt J and her husband, my grandparents, and my family all gather.
In a weird twist of the universe, my cousin T bought Aunt M’s house, Aunt M & Co. decided to go to PA to Uncle B’s side of the family, and Aunt J and Uncle S went to VA to visit cousin E and her family. And so, for the first time in as long as I can remember, we celebrated Thanksgiving at my grandparents’ house.
I didn’t take a picture of my plate because I was just that hungry.
After dinner we settled in to watch football and then my grandmother volunteered me to play Blokus with the girls.
|I was gold and my singular mission throughout was to annoy the everything out of my brother, who was red.|
We amused ourselves – and irritated my brother – by taking pictures of the game board through the tiles. We did it with each of the colors but the green one turned out the best.
A little while later we drove back to my parents’ house; my brother went back to his house that night because he had to work at 7am the next morning (bless the hearts of everybody in medicine, for real) and I went back the next afternoon after spending a few hours volunteering for Christy’s Legacy of Hope.
Saturday was WAR.
Michigan and Ohio State have been fighting it out for 111 years. Megan and I have been fighting it out for nearly four.
A brief history, via Instagram:
We took the above photo at Influence 2013, when we finally met in the real life.
And this past Saturday, we relied on Diptic to bring us together even while the chasm between us had never been wider.
It’s ideology as much as it’s team loyalty. You understand.
Also, I love little more than discussing football with my dad.
I haven’t been able to get “O Christmas Tree” out of my head for the past week, so naturally I had to rewrite it to express ALL OUR HOPES for Michigan football. Which, alas, came not to pass.
(Rhyme intended, because poet, clearly.)
And then let’s talk about Alabama. Since, you know, my dad brought it up.
Let’s talk about last year’s Iron Bowl. Or let’s not, because I am STILL TRAUMATIZED by Auburn’s touchdown in the LAST SECOND OF THE GAME. Let’s talk about how CLOCKS SHOULD STOP WHEN THEY STOP.
You know, how they do in real football.
So, anyway, in 2014, Alabama vs. Auburn, Bryant-Denny Stadium, ROLL TIDE ROLL, and finally, victory. I love Alabama about 55 times more than I did before Saturday.
Sunday we celebrated my dad’s birthday, which was last week. I bought him two of my favorite books that he’s had the misfortune not to have read. Speaking of which, if you haven’t read The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien or To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, then you need to do that yesterday.
How did you celebrate Thanksgiving? Did you go out shopping? What else did you do this weekend?