Bird on Fire
Belated Turkey Day to everyone. An interesting thing happened this year. My first Thanksgiving away from family in which my friends and I decided instead of making reservations and getting rip roaring drunk we would attempt to create our own dinner. I'm known amongst my friends to be a decent cook but a sudden ailment prevented me from participating. So, I trusted my friends to take on the responsibility of the preparation. What was supposed to be a meaningful gathering turned into a disastrous fiasco. Within 30 minutes, we sent our first friend off to the ER for what we later learned was food poisoning, possibly from a can she licked but later confessed. Then there were 9. An hour later we sent two people off to do a last minute run for eggs. They met with an unfortunate car accident. Nothing serious. Then there were 7. Few glasses of wine later, a couple began fighting over Holiday plans. They decided to leave. Then there were 5. About 3 hours into the whole thing, the smell of something burning evades the air. Mysteriously our turkey caught on fire. The 3 people in charge of the turkey bickered over whose fault it was. It was an unhappy thanksgiving.
So we pondered over our unappetizing display of burned turkey and uncooked fixins and decided there was only one thing to do. Make reservations and get rip roaring drunk. Even in my sick state, I was all for the idea. We went to the Grove and had dinner at La Piazza and laughed about everything that happened. After that we continued our drinking parade at the Whisper Lounge. By the end of the night we were having a Happier Thanksgiving and as we downed more and more shots it became even happier. In the end, I was thankful for the bird on fire. If it wasn't for that, I might have had a not so happy thanksgiving. We must have been wasted out of our minds because later that night, we went back and ate our Thanksgiving dinner. Thanks to the alcohol, it didn't taste so bad.
