(PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS WAS POSTED IN 2010.)
On Thanksgiving Day, Susan, the kids and I will be sitting down a sharing a Thanksgiving feast for lunch with many of our relatives.
No, you’re not invited to that. Don’t be ridiculous.
What you are invited to however is Thanksgiving Dessert at our house. I have no idea how this will turn out (it may turn out very cool, or could go very wrong), but either way, here’s what I’ve come up with:
01. Doors open at 7PM and close at 8:30PM. I can already tell you that after eating turkey all day, I’m going to be drowsy. The kids will be worn out, I have to work on Friday, and Susan’s going to be getting up at 3AM to go brave the Black Friday crowds. I’m planning a social come-and-go here, not a slumber party. The event is come-and-go; come anytime after 7pm, get out before 8:30pm.
02. Bring a dessert to my house. It can be whatever, I don’t care — a pie, a cake, one of those giant cookies from the mall, some astronaut ice cream, a bag of Oreos … whatever. It can be something you spent all day baking or something you picked up from 7-11 on the way to our house. What you bring doesn’t really matter. The idea is, “bring a dessert, share some dessert.”
Now, I know what you’re thinking — “Am I really invited?” Let me put it to you this way — if you and I have ever spoken before (on the phone, through e-mail, on Facebook, in grade school, etc.), you are invited. If you don’t have anyone else to spend the holidays with, you are invited. Whether it’s been a week, a month, a year, ten years, or twenty years since we last spoke, you are invited. Obviously, the offer extends to friends of Susan’s, Mason’s, and Morgan’s.
Chris Brogan, my third grade buddy who moved away and I haven’t seen since? You are invited. Recently bought a copy of one of my books? You are invited. One of Susan’s old girl scout friends? You are invited.
If you have no idea who we are, couldn’t pick any member of my family out of a photo lineup, and can’t figure out a single way to contact me for my home address, then you are not invited. In fact, you are a weirdo. If you show up, I will stab you with the wishbone, and make a wish at the same time. “I wish you had not come!”
So that’s pretty much it — no strings or commitments, and we’re not selling anything. I am thankful for all the great people in my life, and am looking forwarding to visiting with each of you this Thanksgiving. If it fits within your holiday plans, stop by with a dessert, visit for a bit, and then hit the road. This could turn out to be something pretty fun, or it could turn out to be a monumental disaster. (I’ll let you know at 8:31PM.) If you would like to RSVP via phone or e-mail, you can, but it’s not necessary.
What could possibly go wrong?
If I lived within 100 Yukon I’d be more than happy to take you up on this, and I give you mad props for opening your home up on this holiday; a gesture I believe to be truly in the spirit of what the holiday is about.
Can I have a white meat sandwich for dessert?
How many wishbones to you have in stock for that “stabby” thing? ;)
That is awesome that you would open your home like that. What a crazy 90 minutes you’ll have Thursday night. I wish you the best of luck and Happy Holidays!
Can I sit on your roof while I eat pumpkin pie?
@Phrack: Sure.
If I was in town this year I would come by.
If I had a teleportation machine, I’d come… but then again, that’s Thursday night and I work till 8pm on Thursdays. So even if you were nearby it wouldn’t work out. :(
On the other hand, if you ever decide to come visit Montreal, you’ll have to let me know! :P
Take pictures. Lots of them. This sounds lulzy.
I have half a mind to buy a plane ticket down there, just to say hello. Alas for having a family and responsibilities! Hope you and your family have a great holiday, and I hope Phrack doesn’t fall off the roof.
Cheers
HAHAHAHA! Can you PLEASE stream this live for those of us who’ll be spending the day on the couch with the cats?!?! By setting yourself up with “what could possibly go wrong” I need to see how this plays out! :)
Remember…video or it didn’t happen! haha!
I’ll be there, with a dessert, and to testify as to whether this was a great party or a giant fiasco (I’m betting of the party!) I’ll also ring the 8:30 closing bell on my way out the door (unless Susan wants cleanup help!) @Denny, I’ll rathole a slice of white turkey meat at lunch for your dessert later. @Kerry, even if you have video it possibly never happened! And while Phrack is on the roof, have him string your Christmas lights.
Well, from this side of the planet: happy thanksgiving. I can’t make it over there, but I hope your thanksgiving party works out and the house doesn’t burn down (and your wife doesn’t limit the number of weird ideas you’re allowed).