By Jessica Caswell
Thanksgiving and the holidays is not my cup of tea. Now before you call me a scrooge, please keep reading. It’s not because I don’t like the holidays, but because there’s not much for me to usually do on those designated family days.
That old saying, be careful what you wish for, rang true to my Thanksgiving holiday this year.
I have grown accustomed to not having a big holiday celebration. Every year, I’m alone because my family lives in Arizona. I'm usually kind of bummed I don't get to be with them.
I have lived with my boyfriend Zack for the past 3 years and we haven’t had many holiday celebrations. He works as a conductor for Amtrak Railroad and he typically works on the holidays.
But, this year Zack had Thanksgiving off. I was happy when I heard the news. I thought, “Finally a year where we can be together and not worry about work.”
Little did I know that Zack had something else planned for Thanksgiving. His plans and my plans were on opposite ends of the holiday spectrum that’s for sure.
He decided that since he had the holiday off, it would be a good year to host our very first Thanksgiving. This is not exactly what I had in mind for my day off.
At first I tried to fight it. I was simply mad that he had invited everyone to our house without talking to me about it first. What did he expect me to do, be Superwoman? Last time I checked, I was a very busy college student with papers consuming my every wakened second.
What I really wanted to do was go to another family member’s house to eat. If we couldn’t do that, then a turkey dinner at Marie Callendar’s was just around the corner. I would’ve perfectly content with that.
But before I knew it, cooking the turkey and buying enough Tupperware was suddenly on the list of things to do, along with the 10 page paper due next week.
So what’s a girl to do when faced with this problem? I could scream and bitch about it, or I could just go with the flow. Well, I decided to scream and bitch about it for a few days. Hey, at least I’m being honest. It didn’t last for very long because it wasn't worth the stress.
After all of the complaining was out of the way, I decided to get my rear in gear. If I was going to have a Thanksgiving at my house, I might as well go out Martha Stewart style.
When I woke up on Thanksgiving morning, I cleaned my little butt off. I made sure the kitchen was spick and span and then moved onto the rest of the house.
The best part about it was that I didn’t have to worry too much about cooking the turkey. I had assumed that I would be the one cooking it, but Zack was great. He cleaned and cooked the turkey without any assistance.
The guests began to arrive around 2 p.m. It was nice to welcome people into my home.
It wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought. I thought I was going to have to entertain people like a court jester juggling for a king, but people came in and just did their own thing.
Some people watched the television, others sat outside in the sunny weather drinking a little bit and the ladies were in the kitchen.
It kind of just came together. It’s amazing what a fridge full of beer and some wine can do to help a party.
The dinner was great. We had all the trimmings that a Thanksgiving is suppose to have, from the stuffing to the sweet potatoes.
But most importantly I learned a good lesson; nothing is as bad as it seems at first. If I would’ve taken a second before Thanksgiving to stop griping so much, I could’ve enjoyed more days prior to the holiday, rather than just the holiday itself.
Maybe next year I’ll offer to host again. Well…we’ll see.
