Turkey Day

I was slightly anti-social yesterday, and it was fantastic. Instead of doing the normal family- and turkey-filled holiday, I dusted my apartment, set up my Christmas tree, and watched movies. I also ate ice cream before noon, wore my pajamas until well after noon, and ate reheated Chinese food as Thanksgiving dinner. While that may look slightly depressing in print, it was fabulous in reality.

Katie told me that she decided (yesterday morning) that she doesn’t like the word Thanksgiving (note that deciding to hate the word “Thanksgiving” on Thanksgiving is a little inconvenient). She has adopting “Happy Holidays” or just “Have a great day” instead of “Happy Thanksgiving.” If you give her the old “Happy Thanksgiving” first, she’ll shoot back with “You too.” I really like the idea of randomly choosing not to use traditional holiday greetings on that specific day. Notice how I use the word Thanksgiving five times (oops, that made six) in a paragraph where I praise Katie for boycotting the word. Guess I’m still not ready to give it up.

One thing I’m noticed about being anti-social during the holidays (this is my first anti-social holiday, so I definitely noticed some things) is that people call you a lot when you are being anti-social. This probably doesn’t happen for hermits or people who live in caves, but if you are a nice girl who generally doesn’t like to hanG out alone, then people call you when you are being anti-social. It was great. I felt very loved.

So Happy Thanksgiving everyone (and, uh, Happy Holidays, Katie)