Well, here’s hoping my life will now return to normal; Thanksgiving, Weybridge-style, has been and gone.
It was an intense week leading up to the dinner- shopping with Anne for decorations and supplies, shopping with Booboo for ingredients, shopping with Brenda for last minute must-haves, and shopping with Carol for … well, no particular reason, just that I deserved it.
Plus it was a crazy busy JDavid work week. He was due to pick me up at 10:00 on Wednesday morning to go to a meeting. At 9:30 my doorbell rang. “Wow” I thought, “He’s having a compulsive moment.” Of course, it wasn’t David. It was his mom, dropping off some raffle prizes for the Dinner. I invited her in for a coffee, recommending that she be careful negotiating the bags of stuff all around the kitchen.
“Your boychick will be here shortly” I told her. “Oh!” she said,”How is he?”
Sure enough, a few minutes later the phone rang. “My mother is there?” David inquired from the car.
“Ten-four” I told him. “She says since you don’t call and you don’t write, she has to hang at mine to catch a glimpse of you. You’d better come in.”
I was very happy to have facilitated that Hallmark Moment.
Due to so much else going on, I got myself into another Haderech jam- three articles overdue. Cousin Bernie is mean if your copy is late. “I’m kinda distracted” I apologized via email. “I’m doing Thanksgiving Dinner for 100 people on Friday.”
Bernie was hardly sympathetic. “I hope you’re not deep frying the turkeys” he snarked.
Although Sunday night in Weybridge is Proper American Football Night, Boo and the Boy came over to hang out. Boo had wisely inquired “Are you getting the Eagles game tonight? Will you be yelling and swearing and throwing things?”
“Nah” I told her sadly, “The Birds are the Monday night game. I have to watch fucking Farve and the Vikings. Again.”
My bestest ever friend insinuated that I’m not a true fan because I wasn’t planning on staying up until 2:00 in the morning to watch the game. I couldn’t; I had too much going on on Tuesday, including two more radio interviews on local stations.
But to brag for just a moment, the Birds beat the revolting ‘Skins and Donovan McNabb 59 – 28! The Dog Murderer threw for 4 TDs and ran for 2 more. Several records were broken, including total yards (592), points in a half (45), and the biggest lead after one quarter by a road team (28) since 1950.
And if that wasn’t wonderful enough, those amazing guys from Futsal Colli a Volturno beat the pesky Poggio Sannita guys 11 -1! I’m not sure how you score ‘1’, or’ 11’ for that matter, since a TD is 6, a PAT is 1, a 2 point conversion is 2, and a FG is 3. Well, they’re in Italy, of course; maybe they can’t add. As a loyal supporter, I get invited to the game every week. I think. Their Facebook page is in Italian. The players are certainly hotter than American ones, especially that Domenico Incollingo guy, who is very likely one of my cousins.
What can I say about the Thanksgiving Do? It was amazing; it gets better every year. We fed 86 guests and 8 volunteers and raised ₤1800.00 for the hospice. And we actually had 20 Americans this year!
JDavid thought we needed some pizzazz this year and dragged me to Chertsey to the costume rental shop. I was willing to be a Pilgrim, but they didn’t do Pilgrims. I was not keen on being an Indian. David is less picky; he ended up going as Uncle Sam. (Pictures will definitely be provided.)
No band this year. I did a playlist of American stuff, including all the songs with places in the titles- yes, including Sweet Home Alabama. I started the event off with the Star Spangled Banner, ‘cause I was in charge and I felt like it. And I made them all stand.
When one of the American families came in, I just had to hug their kid. He was wearing a Phillies jersey. Turns out they’re from Newtown Square! See? I keep saying Weybridge is a small town.
In closing, I’m grateful. For so much. Happy Thanksgiving.