Have you every enjoyed Thanksgiving in an Italian family? It's loud. It's drunken. It's a little hostile. This Thanksgiving, I made my way up to my Aunt and Uncles in Thompson. Which is right about the middle of nowhere and perfect for snuggling up with food, wine and family.
Lucky for us, my cousin decided to bring her new boyfriend over to introduce him to the debauchery that is the Gentile/Sirna Thanksgiving.
Exhibit A. Grandpa and the Newb.
He doesn't swear, he appreciates a "classier" woman (so, definitely doesn't want his woman to swear), and he absolutely was not ready for my liberal of a father.
At about the second, "Fuck it" I think he understood "Classy" wasn't exactly my middle name. After the third, "There will always be a percentage of Americans that we just have to help" I think he understood my father was a bleeding heart liberal and after the first case of wine was gone in only a few hours, I think he realized that he was not in Kansas any more.
But, that's who we are. Loud, obnoxious, inappropriate, ridiculous, hating and loving Italian family. So, that's exactly how our Thanksgiving was. We ate, we drank and we enjoyed conversations about all of the things you aren't supposed to discuss at a dinner table. It was a great long weekend and I was lucky to be surrounded by those who I love and cherish.
I hope you and your family had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Here's to the Christmas season! Between, an epic Repeal Party Thursday to my Annual Ornament Exchange Friday and of course, a Mexican Holiday next week--it's safe to say this blog is going to be busy this Winter. Cheers!