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Turkey Fixes Everything

December 7, 2008 11:41 PM

ome people are very solitary and enjoy spending time alone when they're stressed or anxious or depressed or whatever. I've never been one of those people. Although there are times when I'd definitely rather sleep or read or just be alone than socialize, when I'm in a bad mood, I'd almost always rather be around my friends.

By early Friday evening, I was in a pretty bad mood. Nothing specific or really terrible had happened. My week had just been long and I was tired and irritable. And stressed about some things that are completely out of my control. So, of course, the universe decided that right then would be the best time to start messing with me.

Starting at about 5:30 on Friday, a slew of very minor but very annoying things started to happen. My computer started acting up. Then I decided I wanted to make some pasta for dinner, so I went to the store and got everything I needed for the sauce, but didn't buy the pasta itself because I knew that I had a box in my cupboard from the last time I went grocery shopping. Well, of course, I came home and realized that I had used that box. So I had to go back to the store. Then Mr. Vice called to let me know that he and pH would be staying in that night because they had some stuff to take care of for the next day. Then L-Dawg and X-Tina decided that they, too, were staying in. RPM couldn't hang out because he had a date. That added to my deteriorating mood on two levels: first, it meant that all hope for social interaction that night was lost. But second, it meant that all of my friends in Madison were spending the evenings with either significant others or potential significant others. The phrase "the cheese stands alone" came to mind.

So I settled in for a night at home. I decided that I would play some video games and just relax. But my chosen game--World of Warcraft--decided that it was going to add to my bad night. I tried literally about twenty times to accomplish what everyone told me as a very simple task in the game. But I just couldn't do it, and my anger and frustration grew with each successive failure.

So I gave up and decided that I would unwind and play some guitar. Maybe trying I could translate my frustration into a killer riff or something. But my guitar rig was also acting up--my cats apparently decided that it would be fun to chew through some of the cables, so all I could get were occasional squawking noises. Awesome.

Eventually, I just went to bed, comfortable in the knowledge that I would be spending the next day cooking and eating with everyone. Well, the next morning, L-Dawg and X-tina asked me to go pick up a bunch of things for our fake Thanksgiving. So I went to the store and picked all the stuff up, then came home. I had two pounds of butter, ten pounds of potatoes, a gallon of eggnog, a gallon of apple cider, and bunch of other little shit. My hands were full. Just then, Mr. Vice called to let me know that he was outside to pick me up. But I didn't answer because I had my hands full and I'd be outside in a second. So when I open the outside door to my apartment, I see Mr. Vice's car. And then I see Mr. Vice's car drive away.

Eventually they came back--they needed to go back to the McDonald's because they fucked up their order. And they handed me the french fries I had asked them to pick up for me. And my fries were cold and stale. And I was convinced that it was going to be a terrible day, which pissed me off more because it meant that the day I'd been looking forward to for weeks was going to be ruined.

But I was horribly, horribly wrong. Fake Thanksgiving was relaxing and fun and awesome. And I ate so much amazing food, I'm still recovering. L-Dawg's turkey was amazing--moist and tender, just like a turkey should be. Everyone said the potatoes were really good. I'll take the credit for those since I watched every step of their production. RPM's stuffing was damned tasty. His mashed chipotle sweet potatoes were ok--others thought they were excellent, but I sort of hate sweet potatoes. pH's cake was ri-goddamn-diculous. It was probably the best cake I've ever had.

In the end, the weekend was pretty awesome. Which just goes to show that I should stop being such a moody bastard.



1 Comments


Jaylin said:

Alakazaam—information found, problem sloevd, thanks!

July 10, 2011 1:56 AM



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