Of course ours wasn't bright and shiny and just remodeled, it was plain aluminum and we left it sitting out in the desert when we weren't using it so it was a little unkempt. But handy it was and as a group when we all chipped in to buy it, after having used tents for years, we really thought we were moving uptown.
Surprisingly, what turned out to be a really good Thanksgiving was the one I celebrated while living in England. I was taking some classes and working and since they don't celebrate the holiday I had class scheduled on that day. I tried to negotiate the day off, but there was a test so my instructor finally said that I could go in long enough to take the test and then I could leave.
I bought a lovely big turkey, planning to make that and all of the traditional trimmings, and invited all of my friends for Thanksgiving dinner.
There was just a small problem with the turkey.
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Since I was in a small rented flat, I had no suitable implement for dealing with the problem so I called on a friend. Neil is Canadian and understood the importance of the holiday to me, and he was invited to dinner so it had some significance for him as well.
I then left to take my test, asking Neil and David to mind the turkey. Everything else was done, and would only need a little warming when I got home, so I was quite satisfied that all was in order when I left.
A couple of hours later I was just finishing up when I received a text.
"Turkey on fire."
Of course I rushed through the rest and was almost home, just coming out of the underground, when I got another text.
"Fire out. Bring more beer."
The turkey was completely inedible, but everything else was good, there was plenty, and the company was truly excellent. I still give thanks that I can call them friends.