FOOD

It's Thanksgiving! This fantastic holiday usually involves sleeping in, lounging about the kitchen to occasionally help Mum cook, and wandering over to watch the Macy's parade. I always feel sorry for those famous performers, like Kristen Chenoweth and Ashanti, who have to lip-sync on the Build-A-Bear Workshop float. It's just sort of sad that the producers won't allow them to sing live. I'm pretty sure they could do it by themselves.

In other news, when my parents were young, there was a Thanksgiving song called "Alice's Restaurant" by Arlo Guthrie, which is a 20-minute holiday tradition in Mum's family, and it's absolutely hilarious. It's a folksy narrative about a guy who visits Alice at and is arrested for taking her garbage to the dump (she had been storing it in the downstairs of an empty church where she lived). How do I know all of this? Because right after Mum told me about it, it came on the radio: AWESOME. It's so great. Just look it up and listen to a few minutes. Srsly.

Dad & I are notorious for walking by a half-cooked meal and swiping bits of it, and today the victim of our nibbling is: stuffing. Yum!!!! This stuff has bacon and mushroom and deliciousness throughout. I ate so much of it in passing that it was basically enough to constitute lunch.

Dad has been otherwise hiding in the living room. He is astounded by the fact that "Miracle on 34th Street" is showing at the same time as "Rocky Horror Picture Show." He's never seen the latter, and called me in to discuss it.

Dad: "Guess who this is!"

Me: "Tim Curry."

Tim Curry: "... transexual from Transylvania... Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, sexsexsex..."

It was incredibly painfully awkward to be in the same room as my father and a man in garters and lipstick, who was talking about sex parties and such. I have not such a comfortable relationship with my dad, and was reduced to giggling embarrassedly and running away to eat more stuffing. Dad is now watching "Miracle on 34th Street." Christmas just a safer theme.