(Or, Thanksgiving 2010: The One Where We Go from ‘Hedonistic Long Weekend in Vegas’ to ‘Relaxing Meal at Fancy Local Buffet’ to ‘Holy Shit We Need To Buy a Roast. And A Couch’)
Needless to say, Thanksgiving 2010 has not turned out the way I had hoped originally. The good news is that we have all the food we need for the Thanksgiving meal (except the rib roast, which I pick up on Wednesday). The bad news is, of course, that all of that food has to be cooked.
Today, we got up and went to the grocery store. We filled up the entire cart plus the entire rack under the cart, where we usually just put the 12 packs of Pepsi. And then we came home and I put everything away, unloaded the dishwasher and then reloaded it. And then we went up to the town where I used to work (Hi D! See you Monday!) so Gene could go to the outdoor stuff store (something about looking for ammo) and I went to the Dollar Tree (Motto: The Methiest Place on Earth)
Sidebar: If you ever go to a fancy department store and feel kinda gross and poor, you should later go to the Dollar Tree. You will feel like a mo-fo millionaire and like the most ‘together’ person on the planet, assuming that you are not an actual meth head. If they could bottle the Dollar Tree experience, it would sell better than Prozac.
Anyway, after our respective ammo and aluminum pan shopping, we went to Red Robin for lunch and experienced delicious food and sloooow service and then we went home.
To clean.
And most of it wasn’t regular cleaning, it was “Organizing”, which is something Gene gets a yen to do about 2 times a year. When this happens, it’s best to stay out of his way because he has a vision. Basically, I let him do all of the work, which is why I wasn’t too upset about unpacking 8 million bags of holiday groceries by myself. If it were up to me, organizing the kitchen (or any other room) would just mean hiding the stuff on the counters in a cabinet, closing the cabinet and hoping it all goes away. Any time he handed me something to deal with and I didn’t know what to do with it, I just put it in my home office. The office is now a wreck with thisses and thats, but I’m just going to close the door and hope it all goes away.