Canadian Thanksgiving
Bren and I hosted Thanksgiving at our flat yesterday. Bren did all the cooking [I did some stirring]. We ended up feeding fifteen people and we still had leftovers. It was one epic meal. We invited our British and American friends. Many of the Brits weren't really familiar with Thanksgiving so we opened the evening with an explanation of the holiday. I never really thought about how North American it is. I also didn't realise how much I would have missed it if Bren hadn't cooked up a storm. My mom always does a pretty huge feast and this was the first year I missed it. The night went smoothly. Everone brought a bottle of wine and only one guest got a little out of control and started saying inappropriate things to others.
The calm before the storm.
The food.
The reason for the season.
Girls.
Boys.
Also, I FINALLY saw Avenue Q last weekend! I went down to the theatre with a friend and we scored standby tickets in the THIRD row for a mere 20 quid [student price]. Avenue Q is sort of an R-rated Sesame Street with human actors and muppets, with classic lines like 'Ethnic jokes may be uncouth, but you laugh because they're based on truth...' The show is about how much life sucks immediately after university: You have no money. You live in the ghetto. You forget who you are. You find love. You lose love. Your ex starts dating someone called 'Lucy The Slut'. You question your purpose in life. Interactually, it may have hit a little too close to home. I have all the music now. It's fantastic.
The calm before the storm.
The food.
The reason for the season.
Girls.
Boys.
Also, I FINALLY saw Avenue Q last weekend! I went down to the theatre with a friend and we scored standby tickets in the THIRD row for a mere 20 quid [student price]. Avenue Q is sort of an R-rated Sesame Street with human actors and muppets, with classic lines like 'Ethnic jokes may be uncouth, but you laugh because they're based on truth...' The show is about how much life sucks immediately after university: You have no money. You live in the ghetto. You forget who you are. You find love. You lose love. Your ex starts dating someone called 'Lucy The Slut'. You question your purpose in life. Interactually, it may have hit a little too close to home. I have all the music now. It's fantastic.
posted by Douglas J. Stiles, BA Hons, MES! at 10/09/2006 04:15:00 p.m.
1 Comments:
Since you are never online you have to start putting explanations for whose these people are with the photos. I know some but others (aka long haired boy in the Boys picture) i have no idea who they are. I am the nosiest person in the world and have to know. AND expect a birthday call tomorrow. So answer your phone!
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