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Guess Who's Coming to Thanksgiving Dinner
>>> The Rollercoaster of Drama
By staff writer
Simonne Cullen
October 29, 2006
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Thanksgiving, probably the best holiday after Halloween, is just around the
corner. Watching football, drinking beer, shopping, what’s not to love? In fact,
if college students had to list their favorite holidays it would start out this
way:
- Winter Holidays
- Thanksgiving
- 4th of July
-
Halloween
And by senior year it would end up this way:
- Halloween
-
New Year’s
- St. Patrick’s Day
- Thanksgiving
It’s kind of like, “Hmm, where did Christmas go? Well, it’s been replaced by
St. Patrick’s Day. Sorry Jesus, your birthday is still sort of a big deal, but
Pat’s just more organized with the green shamrocks, the beer, and the law
enforcement recruitment.”
"Every family has an after-dinner tradition. If the activity
involves anything competitive, rest assured, you will lose." Every once in
a while, the Thanksgiving Day festivities get interrupted by the
presence of a new guest. A special guest that for the next four days
is part of your family: your significant other. And while the family
acts happy to see get to know this person, at least one family
member is pissed that he has to wear pants and can’t parade around
in his traditional after-meal attire of white underwear and tube
socks.
Meeting your significant other’s parents for the first time, especially on a
holiday, is nerve wracking. If you’re invited to Thanksgiving it’s a pretty big
deal because you know then that the relationship is serious and you’re someone
special. And yes, you will be judged by everyone at the dinner table, so
be ready.
Guys, here’s a quick lesson on manners: it’s fine to
lick your fingers and belch after eating 10 cent wings at Buffalo Wild
Wings, but sticking your fingers in the mashed potatoes to have a quick sample
is not cool. Especially when you’ve just petted the dog.
It’s so weird when every time you see the mom, she’s there offering you
something to drink. What’s even weirder is that you accept the offer even though
you’re not the least bit thirsty, but can’t bear her thinking that your
rejection of her Brita filtered water is rude. It’s even worse when you’re
offered grandma’s special eggnog that tastes more like shrimp cocktail sauce
than eggnog.
Listen up boyfriends, you are always obligated to ask if you can help clean
up. Afterwards, not only will the woman of the house make a big deal out of this
offer, she’ll tell her other children she’d like to see them make a little more
effort. But seriously, most moms won’t even let you help clear up the dishes.
First of all it’s the good china that’s worth more than the car you drove in on.
Second of all, you’d have no idea where the dry platters and silver forks go.
Just know that some women expect, and all women appreciate, the gesture.
Isn’t it super intimidating when your
girlfriend’s dad is uber rich? So rich that you know at some point, the
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous crew has been there? It’s even more
intimidating when the butler sets you up in the South Wing of the mansion,
unpacks your bags, and leaves you with a map to the dinner room. You know, the
little red “X” mark that’s next to the ballroom, adjacent to the maid’s
quarters, and just above the dungeon, where rumor has it her ex-boyfriend from
high school that broke her heart is currently taking up residence.
Every family has a tradition immediately following dinner. Whether it’s
watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, playing a card game, or
shooting beer cans off a post in the back yard, you’re going to be forced to
participate. If the
activity involves anything competitive, rest assured, you will lose.
Sophomore year I brought a guy home with me and he was greeted by a bunch of
Mexicans screaming, “GOOOOOOAAAAAL!!!!” during a two-hour card game we invented
thirty years ago. At one point he asked, “What’s this game called again? Hell?”
At which point a twenty-second silence fell over the entire room, followed by an
eruption of laughter. Which is good, because the last person to make a casual
joke about our traditions was strung up in the back yard like a piñata.
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| Simonne Cullen
graduated from Lawrence University with a theater major, so it's confirmed
that she will be unemployable in every city but Los Angeles, New York and
Chicago. After a brief stint in Los Angeles at a Musical Theater
Conservatory, she moved to Chicago, where she is currently a freelance
writer/stand-up comedian/flight attendantbecause you gotta pay the bills
somehow and you never run out of material working on an aircraft. Currently,
she is writing a pilot for a sitcom that she hopes will be picked up by the
time she is 30 so she can stop avoiding her student loan officer. In its
final year, The Rollercoaster of Drama takes you from small town
college life, through the streets of Los Angeles, to the culture that is the
quarter-life of this generation. |
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