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Thanksgiving 2010

So yes, Thanksgiving 2010 came and went. It was different this time. Different from 2009 and 2008 – the previous times I’d attended – and according to Crazy Yank, it was different from every other time because this time (this is the last time I say time) he hired out the local boat house.

I recall him considering hiring out the boat house in 2008 but he finally took the plunge two years later and it felt much more like an event for it. Big chairs, rich wooden floors, stunning River Thames views. We still ran out of seats but then again, with the new venue came many more guests. I was also pleased to see Crazy Yank’s full-size Obama cardboard cut out make a comeback from his surprise birthday party in September (I might upload a photo of me and said grinning Obama in the near future. He’s very funny.)

So arriving for my third, and my boyfriend’s second Thanksgiving, we placed our booze in the corner and I gave Crazy Yank some flowers as he gave me the obligatory kiss on each cheek. The usual faces were scattered across the two rooms. Slish was there with her group of friends (boys a new addition to the proceedings) and Wonder Boy, after his first term at university, was charactertistically cool, calm and collected. The spread looked even more impressive on a big table. Seriously. I couldn’t even fit all the food in the photo so here’s a very big photo of some of it instead:

(And yes, I believe those are pilgrim salt and pepper pots.)

Post-food, there was the usual drinking, dancing and displeased DJs trying to maintain control of the Crazy Yank’s super cheesy ‘good times’ playlists (Motown proved triumphant as always) and soon enough, it was time to say goodbye and leg it for the last train after lots of fun, as always. The venue might have been different but Crazy Yank had nothing to worry about on the night. Thankfully.

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It’s that time of year…

It’s a Sunday. I’ve just come out of a Sainsbury’s Local with a Taste the Difference pizza (and I have Carte D’Or ice-cream in a Tesco bag.) My phone rings. It’s a London number but I don’t recognise it.

‘Hello?’

‘Hey you.’ (It’s Crazy Yank. I think.)

‘Is that you?’

‘Yeah.’

‘For some reason my phone doesn’t seem to recognise your number. Maybe because I changed my phone recently…’

‘Or maybe because you deleted it.’

‘No,’ I say, laughing. ‘I didn’t. Weird.’

‘So what you doing? Are you travelling?’

‘No I’m just on my way to my boyfriend’s.’

‘Oh, you’re still with him?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh man. How long has it been now? Three years?’

‘No, just a year.’

‘Well do you know why I’m calling?’

‘I have an idea.’

‘Do you know what time of year it is?’

‘Thanksgiving?’

‘Yeah, are you gonna come? I’m hiring out a place this year, Sas. Going to be about 60 people.’

‘Wow, that’s great. Well I’ll definitely try to come.’

‘Yeah, just let me know you know in a week or so as I’m working on my numbers. He can come too like he did last year if you like. Your guy. Just let me know.’

‘Thanks. Well it sounds like a lot of fun.’

‘How are you all? How’s Wonder Boy getting on at uni?’

‘Well, I haven’t heard from him much. He hasn’t come home once so I guess he’s having a great time.’

‘Is he coming back for Thanksgiving though?’

‘Yeah, he’ll be home for that.’

‘That’s good.’

‘Yeah, and work is so busy. Work’s really great.’

‘That’s great news.’

‘How’s your work going?’

‘Yeah, good thanks. Still writing for magazines, newspapers and doing shifts. Got some more travel writing jobs lined up too.’

‘Good for you. What happened to that New England trip?’

‘Oh that’s been postponed to spring but should be going hopefully.’

‘Great. OK you, well, I hope you’ll be able to come.’

‘Yes, thanks so much for inviting me.’

‘No problem. Speak soon.’

‘Yep, bye.’

‘Bye, bye.’

So my third Thanksgiving party, which is set to be the biggest and perhaps even the best to date, is in T-minus three days. There’s nothing left to say except: God Bless Crazy Yank.

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