Ramblings from the Warrior's Den
Friday, November 28, 2003
Ah, Thanksgiving. A day of family gatherings, longstanding traditions, and enough food to make even the skinny Japanese kids who eat 50 hot dogs in a sitting head for the hills. I believe that I have written here before about some of the traditions our family has on Thanksgiving, but since it's probably so far buried in the archives that it would take ages to find, I'll just write about them again. As we usually do, Thanksgiving was held at the church building that my mom's parents and several of her brothers and sisters attend in Federal Way, mostly because Thanksgiving is a large enough gathering to make holding it at anyone's house very crowded. The tables are decorated elaborately, owing to the tendencies of several people in the family towards arts and crafts stuff (I've even picked up a bit of it myself somewhere along the line), and although we didn't have them this year, my Aunt Pam often makes rather elaborate wooden figures that mark each person's place at the table. I think that Thanksgiving dinner this yearwas a little bit less of a production than it has been at times, but as usual, left nothing to complain about. The turkeys turned out well, and I managed to eat enough to result in the traditional post-dinner tryptophan stupor. People were well-prepared for it this year, with an inflatable bed and blankets at the ready. Some people even brought pajamas.

Following the dishes and a brief concession to sleep-inducing enzymes, it came time for the annual Thanksgiving Shoe War. For those people who can't adequately picture this by just the name, think of dodgeball, only lacking the aerodymanics or tenuous regard for personal safety. I usually try to stay well away from this, being not particularly a fan of footwear when at rest, much less when hurled toward me at high speeds. I did try to watch for a bit, but found that the Shoe War is an event best watched from inside a steel cage at a distance of roughly 30 yards. Somehow, the participants in this managed to finish without putting anyone in the hospital, at which point we cleaned up the building, and retired to Oma and Opa's house (my mom's parents) for dessert, accompanied by singing and a round of Trivial Pursuit. The singing I can usually manage to sneak away from (since I don't know the words to most of the songs) but my innate ability to store thoroughly useless information means that as soon as the Trivial Pursuit board comes out, they'd send a team of bloodhounds after me if I didn't show up promptly.

Anyway, as alluded to previously, the Holiday season is now upon us, and this year it will be especially busy in our family. My cousin is getting married on the 26th of December, which means that much of the wedding planning will be going on at the same time as planning for Christmas. More on the way later, I need to get some sleep, should I decide that I am insane enough to try to be up early enough to get the Black Friday deals...
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