ABOUT ME

About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

If you were in line tonight at a liquor store, I am thankful for you

I had to go to the grocery store after work today to buy stuffing and diapers. Mmmm. I'd expected pandemonium. Thankfully it was just congested, not quite chaotic.

Next I hopped over to the liquor store to buy red wine (loving Sangre de Toro for $9.99 by the way. Wine plus a free plastic bull!).

Therein lay the pandemonium. Lines of people snaked through the store. They were out en masse.

As the shoppers clutched their beer/wine/vodka/nips (not unlike someone might cling to a favorite stuffed animal), I stepped back and smiled. I felt all warm and smushy with kindred spiritness.

Can we be honest? Lots of people talk about how thankful they are at this time of year but really, there are some things (like wacky relatives) we just can't be thankful for because they're too weird for words.

Alcohol helps.

Immensely.

Case in point, my father called me at 9:45 last night to tell me he was hosting Thanksgiving. Nine-freaken-forty-five. One day before the holiday. Our family plays the holidays like a hand of poker.

"Whatcha doing for Thanksgiving?"

"I don't know. What are you doing?"

"I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you're doing then I'll tell you what I'm doing."

We dance this little dance because deep down, we don't really get each other and would rather that everyone forgot about the other and went about their own decking of the halls. Except that a day or two before the actual holiday, someone has a case of the sentimental warm fuzzies—"Remember that Christmas we all stayed awake and watched TV together?"—and picks up the phone.

"Whatcha doing for Christmas?"

"I don't know. What are you doing?"

"I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you're doing then I'll tell you what I'm doing."

It's quite bizarre. I blame it all on my 40-year-old cousin who still lives at home. The same scantily clad women of 1970 (think "Help Me OB1 Kenobi, you're my only hope") are still affixed to his wall on posters. My other cousin? Her mouth is a fire cracker of swear words, Marlboro Reds and Budweiser.

So here's what I want to say on this eve before Thanksgiving: I am thankful—for all the people in line at the liquor store who need to throw back a few to make their day with the relatives more tolerable. Family members are crazy. A drink or two can be a curing salve to an open, Princess Leia obsessed wound.

One that can talk only about Nascar and the Food Channel, which you'd think would be mutually exclusive interests and yet at the end of the night, race cars, Parmesan Roasted Butternut Squash* and chicks swirl together in a beautiful display of colors.

I told you booze helps.

Happy Thanksgiving!

*No, he doesn't bring any of this shit to Thanksgiving.

6 comments:

NHGirl said...

Seeing how we're hosting and my family isn't coming, but my mother-in-law and sister-in-law are, I will have PLENTY of booze on hand. In fact, I just typed a post titled "Happy Drunksgiving" (which is over at my I-hate-my-mother-in-law blog).

*sigh*

Sparkling said...

I LOVE the poker analogy. That is how I live my life. I never reveal that I have no specific plans, lest I get hooked into a situation I can't get out of. I usually turn it right back and ask why or say I'm not sure, why? and then wait for the suggested activity so I can decide if I truly am busy or can squeeze it in. I guess I am terrible friend! At least my family doesn't have to do this. We do what we do and just plod along and no one has tried to change it too much yet. But k-ster's mother sure is trying!

Mrs. Tuna said...

I must be living the dream in Arizona, we can buy liquor at the grocery store.

Texan Mama @ Who Put Me In Charge said...

Love this! Classic Mrs. Mulletville Style.

I just gotta say, how many of those people buying the liquor were the people who are the cause of the chaos at the dinner table? Maybe they're buying the beer to make their boring relatives look more interesting! LOL

Pricilla said...

I suppose you survived since you posted today....it was just the publicist and the male person and the goats, the cats and the chickens around here.

Mama Badger said...

We are just the opposite of poker! In August one of my SILs announces they will host. Then they ask what time is best. The other says, "Oh, do whatever you want and we'll work around it." which is code for "I'll let you decide and then blame you when I have to change MY families plans to go to my in-laws." Sigh, we just show up at the appointed time with whatever is asked. It's no wonder we all drink, huh?