Guess who’s coming to dinner?
Oh sure. You all laughed back in October at my Halloween crisis. You thought I was joking when I said Thanksgiving would trigger something worse. You snickered about turkey suits and poked fun. But here we are, Thanksgiving is next week… and I’m writing to tell you that LC is coming to dinner.
It started rather innocently about a week and a half ago. I asked what his plans for the turkey day are. His family is all in another state and obviously he has no wife to spend the holiday with, so his grand plan was to sit at home alone and play video games. Gentle readers, you too would have tried to rescue him from that. I mean seriously. It made me sad. So without thinking twice about it, I invited him to spend the holiday with my mother and I. I even offered to cook.
The look on his face was kind of priceless. His eyes popped a little as he tried to figure out what to say. After mere seconds I realized I had inspired a bit of panic. So I waved it off. Just a thought, I said. No need to answer now. Think about it later. Let’s get some more beer. Is it time for our movie yet? And so it was dropped. But now it was out there, you know?
So a couple days ago I realized I needed to get an answer from him. I couldn’t just assume he was coming, nor could I assume he wasn’t. And all my plans hung in the balance. Because without a third person at the table, I refused to cook. But with one, we had a choice. My mother got kind of excited about the prospect of a home cooked meal. And I knew I had to have an answer. But I didn’t know how to bring it up without making him nervous. So I did nothing.
And as it turns out, I didn’t have to. Two days ago, out of the blue, LC sends me a one line email… “So, you still up for thanksgiving?” I was kind of dumbfounded. I immediately doublechecked to make sure he understood it would be at my mother’s place. That her kitchen is understocked so I’d have to take a million and one things with me just to achieve this. That we’d be there for a while since nothing goes into the oven until I appear. That my mother would indeed actually be there. None of that mattered… he was all in.
And so it goes that LC and I are spending Thanksgiving together. With my mother. At his request. And I’m cooking. Right. This is going to be ok, right?
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BRAVE BRAVE woman…
Goodbyegal is cooking me Turkey Day dinner. But if it bombs, we’re gonna come hang with you and LC. Hope that’s OK!
Sure, we’ll have lots of leftovers. But, you know, don’t forget my mother will be there too!
I am so excited for you!!! It will be great. I swear.
As long as I don’t overcook the turkey or my mother doesn’t say anything stupid. Notice LC is the only one I’m NOT worried about in this scenario.
I’m looking forward to hearing a recount of this event!
I reserve the right to withhold all details which may incriminate me.
I’m SO nervous for you. Keep the menu simple and prep what you can ahead of time. If the menu is too big, it may come off disasterous.
Breathe. *Wait, that’s a reminder for myself.* Have FUN and recap all the details. Enquiring minds want to know.
Menu planning is easy. It’s the exact same Thanksgiving dinner I’ve cooked every year for at least the past 5 years. No worries there.
It’s going to be Fantabulous! Oh me of grande faith.
I am trying to channel some of your optimism as I type this.
Have fun! Have an awesome Thanksgiving, Jane.
Thanks. Ironically, I will be in your neck of the woods as my mother lives down that way.
Hah! No way! Unfortunately I’ll be in Boston for the first time in years, so sadly, I won’t be in town. My brother recently got married and I’m going to meet his wife’s family.
I love Boston. I’m also guessing you don’t realize I’m only about 45 minutes away from you on a daily basis. I don’t discuss location much, but I’m right around the corner really.
Well if you’re ever at a place called Marvin on 14th and U Street.. beware, that’s my stomping ground. Love that bar.
You’re safe from me. I stay up in the Baltimore area where I belong.
Yanno what, I bet it WAS alright and okay:) Sometimes it seems as if it’ll be a huge deal, and then, eventually, it’s over. Done. (I’m so glad going to Thanksgiving w/ my boyfriend and his family, well, they’re all nice, but it’s DONE.)
And, you did rescue him.
I demand an update. RIGHT NOW!
Sorry, today I hope. Honest. Crazy weekend.
I second this!
Troublemaker