Hello everyone I hope your thanksgivings were good. Mine was very good even if it was weird. I went to mycousins house in NY I arrived about ten on wednesday night. I arrived to a party that was apparently in full swing. There were alot of people there. I'm introduced and then left to my vices which included drinking heavily spiked eggnog and talking to the people in the party. I can't remember any of them.

The next day I woke to a pretty crappy hangover and the smell of food. I took a shower got dressed and I wondered into my cousins living room. My cousins were cooking and they motion for me to take a seat. "I'm sorry about last night we always have party before thanks giving for our friends," Ellie says, then explains that their friends don't celebrate thanksgiving.

We talk for a few minutes then she puts me to work. I get to baste the turkey. When I walk over to the oven I look inside to find a deformed turkey. I mean I really didn't want to eat this thing. All I could think of is an Avant Guarde version of a turkey. It was missing a leg too. So i ask them about it and they explain that a friend had given them the turkey and they couldn't say no.

So I say whatever and baste the deformed animal that actually smelled really good. A few hours later their guests begin to arrive. The first is the guy that had given them the turkey. As I suspected this guy was a wacko and he kept talking to me about the football players of Manchester United compared to Mexico and Italy's players blah blah blah. He moved on to the next guests as soon as they arrived which were a couple and their incredibly hot college jock of a son who also kept talking to me but this time about college football and the Texas A&M vs TExas Longhorns game coming up. My cousins kept looking at me with appologetic eyes.

The next people to arrive where a couple of kids my cousins know from their job. We sat down to eat and we actually had a good time. The food even though it was deformed was actually great. I had a good thanksgiving after all.

The next day I met with Jonathan and Jessica. I should give a you a little background on them. We all met in kindergarten a long time ago. We've been friends ever since. We lost ourfriend who commited suicide and a friends who is hooked on drugs we used to be five now were three. Jonathan moved away a long time ago then Jessica moved. I was the last to leave the city.

Jessica is married with three kids and Jonathan lives somewhere near Boston. They are both totally in love with each other. They have been I guess since they met the first day of Kindergarten. Life however has intervened and they know that they will never be together. I know, I know romance novelish but it's true. I really feel bad for them because they are perfect for each other.

At the grave Jessica cried as Jonathan held her and I just stood there holding my self. I didn't know what to think. Any one of us could have been there for him if he had reached us. I know that we had all moved away but we always kept in touch. I called a tleast twice a week you know? When he stopped calling and answering my calls I just thought that he was mad at me. That makes me angry. I feel like he couldn't trust me.

I walk away with tears welling up into my eyes. They follow me. Jessica puts her arms across my waiste and Jonathan does the same from the other side. I found peace in this. I am thankful that they are still here with me. I can't imagine living the last seventeen years of my life without them. This peace however is short lived when I trip and I fall in a puddle of dirty water. I'm sure they are still laughing at me.

GREEN eater of Avant Guarde Turkey and prone to fall into puddles.