On Wednesday night my two sisters and brother-in-law drove down to spend the Thanksgiving weekend with Ian and I, which was awesome because I haven’t had any of my own family with me on a holiday in about a decade.
We made sure they got a Southern-style Thanksgiving, too—my sister Katie injected her first turkey at Ian’s mom’s house, which Ian then deep-fried (a spectacle in itself, if you’ve never seen a turkey get deep-fried before and wonder why so many people burn their homes down trying it).
Also on the menu were deviled eggs, sweet potato casserole, chickenless dumplings (ok, those were for me) and all the other usual fixings for a filling Thanksgiving meal. And as she’s known to do, Emily made friends with a kitten that wandered into Ian’s mom’s yard and stayed pretty much the entire day.
That evening we met up with Ian’s dad, his dad’s wife and their visiting friend for a family-style Thanksgiving dinner at Maggiano’s, where I was extra-thankful Emily had come along since I helped Ian’s dad drink a couple bottles of wine. Don’t get me wrong: Spending time with Emily is always fun, but having an under-21 sister comes in handy at certain times, if you know what I mean.
We celebrated Ian’s birthday on Friday out at Old Chicago, where we had a bit too much tequila and again Emily’s driving-drunk-people-around skills were much appreciated. We continued the party back at our house with a few hours of Rock Band 3, which ended not too long after someone passed out upstairs and another someone puked a few times. I’m not naming names, but it wasn’t me.
They drove back up to Chicago yesterday as Ian and I lay on the couch recovering, which actually is where we are again today, taking it easy before we jump back into work tomorrow after a great holiday.
I don’t get to see my sisters very often, but when I do it’s always some sort of hilarious adventure. This weekend didn’t disappoint. (Oh, and I need to give props to Katie for remembering just about every Easter egg in the first three levels of Adventure Island.)