Your worst Thanksgiving ever!

Dry bird, no yolk noodles, instant potatoes, salt-free everything. Arrived at 12 pm back home by 12:45 pm.

Put in the SHU for lesbian activity.

I anticipate having it in less than 2 days from now

My worst Thanksgiving ever was eating with a table of religious nutjob Trumptards. Exactly why I'm staying at home and letting my partner have his nasty family all to himself as stated on another thread. His mother is a terrible cook anyway. Sadly, my family is all dead.

Any Thanksgiving with my family, the lot of them sitting around, eating in silence broken only every five or ten minutes by someone saying what had already been said six times or more already, "Well, this is nice!" "Yes. Isn't it?" "Yes. All of us here together!"

I’m skipping Thanksgiving this year. My sister has become really intolerable, my father was always barely tolerable, and my mother was the peacekeeper who made sure no one fought. We lost her two years ago and the last Thanksgiving and Christmas were total nightmares. My sister is such a mean person that slings out insults that would make posters here blush and my dad is so grumpy he tries to pick fights over the smallest things. I can’t do it anymore. My mom and I were too alike. With her gone, it’s 2 against 1 and I don’t have it in me to fight with them. I was never an argumentative fighter anyway, but being outnumbered by people who do want to fight? No thank you. I’ll pass. I made a good excuse so I didn’t have to come right out and say “well you’re a bitch all the time and he’s an asshole, but you’re the only family I have left so the two of you need to quit that shit or you’re never going to see me again.” But I can only get away with that for so long. I have told both of them they are unreasonably mean. The blamed me for it.

I don’t like the holidays anyway. No need to put myself through all that misery. I’ll be better off just texting them “Happy Thanksgiving” and staying far away.

The first year I had to spend it alone was pretty awful. No friend invites, no ability to go see family. I was alone all day and my "dinner" was a frozen Swanson Hungry Man turkey dinner.

It was so depressing and I was so depressed.

I'm sorry to hear that R7. Next time get a rotisserie chicken, a jar of gravy and a box of Stovetop. Anything but the tv dinner. I hope this year is better.

Years ago I had periodontal surgery the Tuesday of Thanksgiving week. I was living 70 miles from my family and in no shape to drive. Also had no appetite. Stayed in bed and had percodan for Thanksgiving dinner. If you can believe it, the surgeon’s office staff gave me Demerol to take one hour before, and sent me home with 20 percodan! No script, no pharmacy. Just big old jars of the meds sitting around their office, and passed out like tic taks! At least they insisted someone drive me home. Those were the days!

My dad was a big ol' party guy (read: alcoholic) and his Thanksgiving dinners at his upper east side apartment were a total mess. Food wouldnt get served until 8pm kinda shit, cuz he and his friends were all so drunk.

Bleah. Hate this holiday.

Taken to the ER with a full blown weed-induced panic attack.

R4 I love you!

Spent the day with two friends in our college town, we all had jobs and had to work at some point during the day. We tried roasting a turkey. We didn't stuff it, so it dried out very badly. We thought it was appropriate to have steamed broccoli to go along with the potato chips and onion dip on our plates. It was a depressing day for all of us, but I still think of those guys and that day often.

I was about 10, had a nice day with family, after dinner my grandfather took out the garbage, left the backyard gate open, and my dog ran out. The whole family spent the rest of the night combing the town, street by street, to no avail. I was inconsolable. First thing next morning, we're on our way out to look for her again and we don't get any further than the sidewalk in front of the house when here comes Cleo, our black lab, trotting up the street on her way home. She was cold and she slept for the next two days, but was otherwise unscathed. I'll always wonder what she got up to that night!

Two guests who were obviously alcoholics were at the family gathering. The way they poured beer down their throats was the tip-off. I’ve drunk beer that way, so I am not judging.

Anyway, my sister, who was also drinking, kept “joking” around with one of the alcoholic guests. It seemed like she was poking the bear, but luckily, he didn’t get riled up.

I was just sick of watching it.

Spent alone in a hotel room after my then-boyfriend got wasted and threatened to kill me.

I think y’all will actually enjoy this first story:

when my little vegetarian family moved back to Austin 18 years ago, my two SILs decided to secretly troll us for being annoying vegetarians by insisting that the entire Thanksgiving meal be taken from a 1950s Joy of Cooking (or equivalent) and we weren’t to bring anything. So it was prime rib, iceberg lettuce with bacon dressing, and maybe one or two other side dishes that had meat added. So we ate dry salad and bread rolls. That was them stating their boundaries, I guess. And one is vegan now.

The other one that stands out is when we joined two other couples in DC. We arrived at 5 PM and while the two wives chatted in the kitchen, we sat around and drank wine with ZERO appetizers. I think we finally ate around 10 PM. I was livid and should have left.

Not just because of these two Thanksgivings, it’s my least favorite of the major holidays. It’s always grey here in TX, my birthday is always overshadowed (I don't need a lot of attention but I hated always moving my party around), and after my parents’ divorce, I had to split my time between them and with new step-grandparents that I didn’t know.

Throwing out my neck trying the double-pop.

My then partner and I went to the proverbial all-gay T-day potluck mentioned on other threads. It was at an elderly gay couple's boring suburban house. As guests arrived they announced they had just popped the turkey in the oven. So for 4 hours we ate pretzels and peanuts. We watched "Shakespeare In Love" and I haaatedit, desperately trying to keep my eyes open. It was a tense, unhappy, dreary affair.

I was told to get the fuck out of the house. It was 2019 and my step father could finally show his true feelings about me as my mother was suffering from dementia.

Back story - I was having back problems and wanted to go to the doctor to check out. The step father thought I was going to speak with their doctor about their health....of course, that wouldn't be possible. My mom begged me to stay and go to my sister's house but I just wanted to go home. I was dazed as this only happened in the movies and with white trash folks but it was happening to me. I remember being in the airport getting a soda and the clerk asked if I was okay. I must have looked wiped out.

On the cab drive after I landed, his side of the family kept calling to find out what happened (I had told my sister and she communicated that to them). So, I had to tell eat and they were going to seek revenge. My sister disinvited them and his side of the family didn't invite at the last minute. Which was sad as it was indirectly punishing my mom.

A couple months later he entered the hospital with sepsis and died. We put my mom in assisted living where she lived another 2 years....she is in a better place.

I've never liked Thanksgiving as it always falls around my birthday, the whole family would get together for the holiday and at best, my 2 aunts would remember it was my birthday by saying 'happy birthday'. I'm old enough to appreciate it being forgotten and overshadowed by Thanksgiving, I still hate large family gatherings. Between my aunts, my mother and some psychotic uncles, there's ALWAYS a fight.

I’ve told people to “get the fuck out of my house” a lot in my life.

I share r5's sentiment. Being with my family on a holiday isn't filled with as much drama as some seem to be, but they have all the conviviality of a firing squad.

My father died at 8:30am on Thanksgiving

My mother died six months before Thanksgiving (only child here). I called my dad up and asked if I should come home and cook something or if we should go out somewhere to eat. He told me that he had a new girlfriend and that he was going to her house with her family for the holiday. He would have liked to invite me, but there wasn't enough room for me. He offered to give me money so I could go out to eat and have a nice Thanksgiving. I told him to go fuck himself with his money and that's the last time I ever spoke to him. That was over 40 years ago.

In my 20s I was in NYC alone and didn’t plan anything. I just thought having the day off would be nice enough. Around 6:00 I thought it would be nice to at least go get a turkey + Swiss sub… and I battled my way to the deli through a snowstorm. When I got back home through the still mounting snow and up 3 flights of stairs I sadly realized they’d left the cheese off.

As I sat in the empty apartment with the wind howling outside I realized I really should plan something better, next year.

Oh god r26 is insufferable

^ I liked it.

I can’t remember, but I’ll tell you about the worst Christmas. My dad was dying in the hospital. My brother, his wife, and I went to a crowded, brightly lit all you can eat Chinese food buffett in Palm Springs. It was terrible. Terribly depressing.

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My mother died on Thanksgiving Day when I was 12.

We went out to a restaurant for Thanksgiving. Never again.

[quote]My father died at 8:30am on Thanksgiving.

More turkey and fixings for the living.

^ you have no edit? Come on....

^I second that emotion.

The Thanksgiving I wasn't invited to anyone's home and was alone in my house. As God is my witness, if I have to lie, cheat or kill, I'll never be alone again on Thanksgiving again.

R36 Being alone on Christmas is much sadder than Thanksgiving IMO.

My first Thanksgiving out of college. I had to work and the powers that be brought in a meal catered by Shoneys. I was desperately broke, as was another coworker, so we stole ziploc bags from the break room, waited til most people left and then stuffed as much food as we could into them.

I pooped myself in the Grand Ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria.

More than once.

Spent with my cousins in their rotting mansion in Tuxedo Park. My cousin had artfully replaced the chandelier in the dining with florescent lights to lower electric bills. The house was so cold and damp, there was fog drifting in the bathrooms. I would have built a fire in the enormous fireplace, but the dog with one leg lived there. The other guests and family members ranged in friendliness from “not very” to “lycanthropic”. The food was so salty my lips started chapping. My cousins do not drink but thoughtfully offered us glasses of crème de menthe gifted to them the year before. Later, our hostess guided us through a tour of her charming goblin garden, a collection of salvaged gargoyles decked out in fairy lights. A young man with a pencil moustache promised us an enchanting concert of theremin music, which would have been a break from the eight-year-old’s endless stream of knock-knock jokes.

Soon it began to rain and we all caught colds.

[quote]R27 Oh god [R26] is insufferable

Goddamnit, I’m a SURVIVOR!

I've many Thanksgivings and Xmas dinners alone over the year because of work, school, and the effort of getting time off and traveling during that time of year.

What I've discovered over the years is that it's only as sad and pathetic as you let it be.

Usually, my family had very nice Thanksgiving holidays. Of course, there were a few minor arguments, but we loved each other.

My uncle walked into the kitchen when I was eleven and gasped, "Something's real bad with that oyster dressing!"

The oven wasn't on yet.

He backed out the swing doors shouting, "Jesus Christ, girl. Your pussy stinks!" He fell back, hit his head and died.

But I'm wiser now.

Yeast like stewed cauliflower,

Damn straight, motherfucker.

She made a nasty little mess and someone almost got noticed.

R40

Are you Donna Tartt?

Every new Thanksgiving is the worst Thanksgiving ever.

Not with Bret Easton Ellis' dick, R46.

My most horrible Thanksgiving was the year a fight broke out between my older brother and younger sister before we sat down to eat. It was an uncomfortable dinner. After dinner another fight broke out between that same brother and my older sister. The neighbours called the cops.

Last year I was recovering at home from spine surgery and ran out of pain meds before the long Thanksgiving weekend, despite my advanced request for a refill. Everyone was on vacation and the doc covering was overworked. It was miserable because I was in so much pain, and nauseous, but tired, so I mostly slept it off, without feeling hungry or missing out.

My long-distance partner had flown out to take care of me for a few months, which was wonderful. He went two doors down to my neighbor's big Friendsgiving party and had a good time, for which I was grateful, as I didn't want to ruin the holiday for him. But he did observe a lot of drama, so I'm not going to any Friendsgivings this year.

It wasn't that bad, but I do remember being in pain. Actually, it wasn't as bad as spending it with my huge, toxic family, most of whom are gone now. This year I'll be spending Thanksgiving alone with my "new," healthy spine as my partner (now husband) is away closing out his/our other place three time zones away before moving in with me permanently. Planning to cook, eat, drink, and video chat with him and his family, and then take shrooms at some point over the weekend for inspiration to figure out how to fix up this house.

For maybe the last 20 years, my absolute favorite part about Thanksgiving has been reading posts on Datalounge. It's such an old-fashioned, time-honored tradition.

[quote] no yolk noodles

r1 Yeah, no yolk noodles ruined my life.

I forget who I went with, but my father had called the local Black Angus restaurant (pause for snickering) and made reservations for dinner at 4pm. We get there and the waiting area is packed with people waiting, and getting angrier by the minute. My father wanted to wait since they surely would have a table for us, since we had reservations. Apparently they either accidentally made more than one reservation book, or they never told anyone that they had no other openings that day. While we waited an elderly man keeled over and died right in front of everyone. A couple of ladies started CPR and everything, but he immediately froze up, so no way did they bring him back. I guess there are worse ways to go, considering he had his whole family there with him. We left before the ambulance got there.

Then we went to Marie Callendar. They were serving, but they had run out of their best item, cornbread. It was tragic all around.

A fight broke out over Trump in the aftermath of the 2016 election. In trying to calm everyone down, everyone turned on me.

r52, oh fuck. I think we've crossed paths here years ago. I forget your story. Spent three Summers as an intern at a company (not Apple, but nearby) in Cupertino in the early 1980s. There was a piano bar in a strip mall across the street where I'd hook up with older men - because everyone was older than me and I had fake ID, braces off, contact lenses, a bubble butt, and a leather jacket. Good times. On my last day of my last internship, I sang "Don't Cry For Me, Cupertino". And never looked back. Except for a few cheesy concerts at Mountain Winery.

R20, that is the most incoherent story I've ever read here. I literally cannot follow anything you say, there's very little explanation, cause & effect, or any clue what is going on or why. Don't quit your day job, you're no writer.

Ok I love all the stories and I commiserate with you all.

I shun this particular holiday and the only thing I'll miss, not partaking in any family or social event again this year , is the bread stuffing.

Which I love.

R38 I had a similar experience when I worked in a call centre during my college days except, it was Christmas. Also it wasn't Shonays but some other restaurant. My friend and I, we didn't wait till people had left to steal food, we stuffed our containers while people were watching. Fuck them for forcing us to work on Christmas Day.

I had a mean bitch of a manager at the time, and the bitch had the audacity to call me at home later that day, while I was trying to enjoy what was left of my Christmas day , to remind me to show up for work the next day. Strange coincidence is that later that night she sent a group text out to say SHE won't be at work the next day,. It appeared that her drug addicted son's lifeless body had been found in a crack house...

When my dad decided that the only thing he wanted to stuff and then serve to the other family members to eat wasn’t a turkey, but my pussy.

I've spent Thanksgiving and Christmas either working or alone and I was never bothered by it. Just a day off or another day of work. So what.

When growing up it was a big family affair presided over my grandmother. We were Italian so it started off with pasta. Normal for us. Weird for non Italians. It was always a grand happy affair. Never any tension or fights which would have been very strange indeed. Enough good memories to last a lifetime if I never celebrated it again.

I should add there were tensions and fights in the family but always put aside for the holidays.

The T-Day that I went to my standup freezer and discovered that I had forgotten to fill it up with meat after my last date at the Manhole.

I guess I just lost my head but sadly, no one else did that night.

"He offered to give me money so I could go out to eat and have a nice Thanksgiving. I told him to go fuck himself with his money..."

Always get the money up front. Then serve cunt.

R5 Oh my God that sounds horrible. What a bunch of dull shits!

The Thanksgiving my mom got mad at something I'd said before we ate, and left the house and drove away and didn't come back for five hours, then got mad again and left for another three hours. It was just the two of us.

(She was 78 at the time and I had no idea where she went. Still don't.)

I’ll get back to you on Friday.

R64/R65

And what were you doing while your 78 year old mother was missing for eight hours?

Cooking? Eating? Did you leave her any leftovers?

Let's just say it involved a drunk driver and a trip to the morgue

R67 It was 16 years ago so I don't really remember the details. She wasn't missing for eight hours all at the same time. I didn't know how long she was going to gone, so I kept waiting for her for the first couple or three hours. After she came home and she then flipped and went out again, I was more fed up than worried. She came home and got angry again and was going to go out again a third time, but I told her, stay here - I'll go, and I left.

*Going to be gone

And where the fuck did a 16 year old go?

He went to get fucked of course.

I’m surprised Amy Sedaris is alone on Thanksgiving

My brother and mom got into an argument at the Thanksgiving table, about 5 years ago, I don’t remember what my mom said to him, but he was pissed, He brought up the fact that she got sick and shit herself the week before. The look on our guest’s faces. Yikes.

[quote]My father died at 8:30am on Thanksgiving

I’m sorry r24 (and r31).

Not trying to one up anyone. My mom died at 2 am on Christmas.

I dislike Thanksgiving.

I fucking HATE Christmas. I’m Scrooge except I’m not allowed to torture employees and make work late on Christmas Eve. I’m pretty sure if I got visited by the Ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future, they’d all say “well fuck. No wonder you hate it. I can’t help here and I’m out. Hope your New Year is better!”

That could be a thread on its own: my mother died at 9:30pm on New Year's Eve.

Hate that evening, though to be. truthful, I didn't much like it before.

"What holiday has been ruined for you because someone you love ungraciously died on the holiday?"

No, let's talk about how we avoided celebrating later holidays due to trauma and grief while lying to others about how fucking happy we were/are so we don't seem pathetic ,40 years later crying about our dead moms.

For about 10 years after my trip to the morgue, I avoided the holiday by travelling to other countries and fucking foriegners. When that got old i would just TELL people I was leaving the country but then stayed home, getting high and fucking lonely immigrants. In the olden days it was easier to hide for a week or two.

What are your avoident strategies?

R25 you’re a fool that let emotions get in the way of money. Take the fucking money, always!

R75 I have bittersweet t-day memories. Yes, my dad died; yet we had all flown in from various places ahead of time and spent time with him during the two days before…as if he wanted to see us all at home one last time before he checked out.

My mom put a hold on the cooking, needless to say. We found a late seating at a good restaurant because we had to eat! We were shellshocked, but we laughed and cried as we shared the old times. Our waiter asked why we were so animated—one of my sisters blurted out “well our Da died this morning!” His look was priceless.

We decide to cook the turkey on Friday in between trips to the church to arrange a Mass, get flowers, call friends, etc. We managed to have a small but beautiful Mass on Saturday afternoon, and some east coast family was able to make it in time. Then we had a banging wake in the back yard of my parents’ house.

My last memory: on late Sunday I took out the trash, with two full barrels of bottles & cans. Someone walked by and said it must have been some party?! I laughed and replied if you only knew—

My boyfriend got drunk and choked on a pickle appetizer and vomited by the table.

R77

O/T from the worst Thanksgiving ever...

It was very long ago, when I was young. She was relatively young as well. As I tell most people whose parents or other loved ones have died, it never goes away but it does lessen over time. It gets easier.

I don't like the holiday, i don't celebrate the holiday, and I am very conscious of her death every New Year's Eve. But grief no longer overwhelms me. The passage of time has lessened everything related to her death.

But it WAS my Worst New Year's Eve Ever.

NO! LET'S TALK ABOUT ME!!!!!

I miss quarantine so I could get out of family holidays

r82, We'd love to if you had an interesting anecdote to add

R83 avoidant personality disorder

More common than not on DL, R85.

I forgot a real doozy. First year of college a friend and I went to a mutual friend’s house on the Alabama border. The family got into a big argument and I was just an interloper, sitting on the floor (not enough chairs) eating pie out of the tin. It was very reminiscent of that scene from The Morning Show : YEW ARE RUINING DINNERRR!

You go to college somewhere near Alabama and there’s a price to pay. The more you know 💫

'86. My parents were now both dead. Flight was overbooked. Went with a high school friend. Flew in late with a gram of coke. My younger siblings and my friend and I hardly ate. It was either the best or worst. Haven't spent Thanksgiving with family since. Gobble!

When I was in my early 20s I went home for Thanksgiving and the night before, met up with high school friends at a neighborhood bar. It turned into an epic night. After a night of drinking and closing the bar at 4 am, we ended up at the playground of our old elementary school. One friend lived next door and came back with a few bottles of red wine and tawny port (probably intended for his family’s Thanksgiving dinner).

I stumbled home at 6:30 am so drunk I couldn’t walk straight. I was shocked to see my mom and sister up and stuffing the turkey. She was shocked to see me so drunk. It was ugly. I was sleeping in the basement and fell down the stairs on my way down. I later vomited tawny port in my bed. I woke up around 2 pm and felt like an ax was embedded in my skull.

As we were sitting down to dinner at about 3 pm my mother made a big production of removing all the wine glasses from the table, saying there would be no more alcohol served under her roof because apparently her sons are alcoholics. My dad told her she was being ridiculous and a huge fight ensued. I broke out in a cold sweat and had to run to the bathroom to puke again. I managed to eat a bit of mashed potatoes but basically the whole meal was ruined. I apologized to my mom and ended up going back to the city early. She didn’t even offer me a care package.

The next couple of years I went skiing with friends for Thanksgiving. To this day I rarely have more than one drink in front of my mother because I know she thinks I have a drinking problem.

Vomiting tawny port is very DL.

My husband had a workplace accident that resulted in brain splatter on my NICE dress!

What a fucking waste of Tawny port!

Boxed noodle kugel. My mother said, "hunt esnvarg" and Aunt Mada didn't speak to her for 17 years, when Uncle Moe died.

Only good potato kugel after that nothing was ever mentioned on the subject again.

Mom and I got into a fist fight

But you won, right R95? Can't let that bitch push you around.

I read about a lady, can this really be true, that decided to drain the juices of the turkey into a toilet and plop went the turkey. Well you have to admit some people are really stupid. If true what did they eat? I hope she had a lot of sides.

R87 Pie out of a tin?

My parents’ alcoholic friends came over and got so drunk they fell and got stuck under the dining room table for a few hours.

Jimmy Fallon is such a Xmas icon

I ate with family today. Some of my family will not eat things like turkey or pie. Instead they had to have hot dogs and chocolate chip cookies prepared just for their plates.

1963. JFK was assassinated on the Friday before Thanksgiving so the week of Thanksgiving was his funeral. Not cheery.

The only bright spot was that they closed all of the schools in Massachusetts for the entire week of Thanksgiving.

Deep in my alcoholism, I was broke, jilted and angry at my family and friends. I spent my Thanksgiving in 2003 eating Crown fried chicken and drinking some low rent whiskey from the bottom shelf at the liquor store. I walked into the supermarket in tears to get some potatoes and no one asked me how I was doing though it was obvious that I was in a bad mood. It was so miserable and the weather sucked too.

About 6 years ago my drunk brother-in-law pulled out his dick at the table when someone had asked if there was any more meat left.

[quote] I walked into the supermarket in tears to get some potatoes and no one asked me how I was doing though it was obvious that I was in a bad mood.

People probably didn't want to approach you if you were drunk and in an obviously bad mood.

The one Thanksgiving I had to deal with the year after my mother died. My bastard father lived 1 1/2 years after she died and thankfully he died before the holidays the second year. My pieces of shit older brother and sister had no interest in inviting him to their homes for the holiday or making sure he had a Thanksgiving meal, so I had a food preparation concern make a full Thanksgiving spread for him. They delivered it the evening before and all I had to do was heat up the hot sides. It was all quite tasty. Of course he hated everything since he was mad at the world that my mother had died. When I said I would package the leftovers up and put them in the fridge so he'd have meals for days he said "no, if you leave that here I'll throw it all in the trash". I said rather harshly "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I PAID FOR THAT FOOD?", and he just said "I don't care, I don't want it". So I made a quick exit with all that food in my car and took it home. The next day I invited some people over and everyone pigged out and had a wonderful day after Thanksgiving.

My Pyrex dish my turkey was in exploded and glass went EVERYWHERE! I mean EVERYWHERE!

Went to friends of friends (we were acquaintances, as well) and didn’t eat until at least 9 PM. No appetizers, nothing. And it wasn’t because the timing was messed up - it was because my good friend and her good friend just kept talking in the kitchen and slowly cooking the meal.

We should have walked out.

The other worst one I mentioned here the other day: SILs made a completely meat-filled meal without allowing substitutions or additions. I’m vegetarian and had just moved to town. They were definitely trolling me.

Re: people dying over the holidays.

My mom and I drove over to her younger brother’s house on Christmas. He lived about two blocks away and we had fixed him a Christmas dinner plate.

We found him dead in front of the TV. My dad had stopped in to visit him two days earlier and he was fine.

Mom and I had to spend Christmas talking to the police, funeral home and telling the rest of the family and his friends.

New Years Day - I am at my parents and my dad and I are going to go pick up lunch for everyone. My dad had dementia, but he still liked to ride in the car if someone was going somewhere. So I would take him with me on occasion.

While mom and I were talking in the kitchen, my dad decided to go out into the garage for some reason. He ended up falling down the garage steps with his walker. He died two days later and never recovered consciousness.

I still get upset when I think how he never got to have his lunch.

Yesterday was the worst one I ever remember having. I just feel so shitty mentally and have been in a lot of pain. I have so many reasons to be happy, but I just didn't want to cook or entertain and that's exactly what I ended up doing. Then our visitors stayed until midnight and we all played Phase 10. I had to get pretty drunk to get through it, but I shouldn't feel that way. I love my family and friends. I'm glad it's over and now Christmas is coming. I haven't showered in going on 3 days and smell horribly like cigarettes because all I've been doing is smoking. I've got 3 surgeries coming up after Christmas and I'm not looking forward to that, either. I can't wait til the pharmacy opens soon so I can get my pain killers filled. I should have done that Wednesday, but thought I'd be ok. After everybody left and the family went to bed I managed to clean up the kitchen and dining room, but I haven't slept at all. Everything feels off. Other than all of that I'm great, lol!

You better not tell us you're hosting Christmas Eve dinner.

That time I let my dog and a bird prepare the dinner.

It was a job that was to last four full days and nights. The entire four days we were out it was cold and non stop rain. We had spent every minute out doors and slept on the ground. On the morning of the fifty day our transportation could not get to us so we were extended for another day now without food.

The only thing that kept me going was knowing when I did get off work and back home it was thanksgiving and a feast would be had.

When I finally got back I found out I had miscounted and it was not thanksgiving. And it was still raining.

Holidays suck.

Expectations suck harder.

[quote]My father died at 8:30am on Thanksgiving

Couldn't he have waited for the top of the hour, 09:00?

Why do people give the times of death of their parents? Or how many days he was from a 93rd birthday?

Maybe the hour is memorable for the some of the survivors in his family, but the rest of the world doesn't care any more than about whether he was were wearing grey or black socks. Ankle-height? Mid-calf? Those knee-high things for circulatory problems?

Oh, STFU. If one of your parents dropped dead on Thanksgiving, you'd take note of what time it happened.

R40 FTW!!!! "I would have built a fire in the enormous fireplace, but the dog with one leg lived there."

What was the dog's name? Pegleg? Totie Fields?

Lol, R112. I won't!

My father died the day after Thanksgiving 35 years ago. I have no idea what time. The ground was too frozen to bury him at his funeral. I've wondered at times why they couldn't have summoned us all together at the burial instead of forcing us to freeze our asses off.

[quote] Being alone on Christmas is much sadder than Thanksgiving IMO.

Not if you’re not a Christian.

R12—did you live north of the arctic circle?

^ R120

This is turning out to be one of the worst.

My cat, who likes to be carried around like a baby, always wants to be in my lap and follows me everywhere was diagnosed with leukemia.

This, after I had to rush him to the ER (got him there just in time), and get him a blood transfusion. He tested negative when I first got him three years ago.

Not sure how much longer he has. He will probably need another transfusion, depending on how well this one takes.

I am utterly devastated and heartbroken beyond words. He is the light in my life.

R124

That is devastating news; I’m so sorry about your special kitty. Sending peace and love and hope to you both.

Thank you, r125.

He’s home now, but I a still reeling and blaming myself.

[quote]R98 Pie out of a tin?

Pie pan/pie tin/pie plate are all the same thing.

They’re what you bake a pie in.

I call it a pie dish

And well you might!

#Justice4PieDish

R124

In no way are you to blame for this; you are comforting him and giving him the care he needs. And you’ve given him love as long as you’ve had him, so he knows he’s safe with you. That’s a gift. I know the feeling very well but this is a disease and nothing you have any control over. I hope that helps a bit.

I love this thread, I knew it would be good but I didn't expect to laugh so hard. Anymore meat, drunken brother in law whips out dick at the table. They would have to carry me out if I was present at the fight between the mother and son when he reveals his mother got sick and shit herself. That's a show stopper.

R109 - NoPalmOil, I think we live in the same city and I would swear you went to the same Friendsgiving we went to for many years. But they had appetizers. The gathering time was 4pm. But dinner never seemed to happen before 8pm. The hosts were really friends of friends also. We all skipped and got together with just our small group (now five) and another couple, neighbors of our hosts. Dinner was around 3 and we were home by 630. Much better.

Outside of the Thanksgiving I spent in AF basic training(stupid me for enlisting 2 weeks prior to same) the worst was the first TD after my grandmother died. The family had already splintered(nothing like a funeral to bring out the "best" in people) and my mom was in no mood to cook. She, my brother and I went to a very nice restaurant for a buffet dinner. The food was very good, waitstaff efficient and everyone was pleasant, but I had "ashes" in my mouth. Here we were with dozens of strangers, we had received no invites for dinner from anyone we knew(every major holiday meal had been at my grandmother's which was the home I grew up in) and I just felt alone and lost. My grandmother, the "glue" for our family, was gone and things would never be as good as it used to be.

My mom felt the same way, but we persevered and finished our meal, left, vowing never to go out for a holiday meal again. - 30 -

When I worked in restaurants (I did that for around 5 years), I was lucky enough to only work one Thanksgiving. (I somehow had a day off on all the other Thanksgivings.) Anyway, I remember working that Thanksgiving shift and that the customers were the worst. Miserable.

This one is turning out to be horrible. One of our best friends died in his sleep. That small group that is now five that I referred to at R132. The reason the group was five was because our friend's husband of 39 years died in February. We were all together less than 48 hours ago. He died in his sleep last night. It's often said that when one spouse dies, the other dies within a year. We really didn't expect that because he just turned 67 with no health issues that we were aware of. We're at his house now just hanging out. The police and ME just left. This year can't be over soon enough.

Damn, Dustin. That’s fucked up.

I’m sorry that happened to you. What a shock.