It's the middle of a short week and winter has reared its ugly head. The weekend was fun though. My friend, Sue invited me to come out to a Thanksgiving dinner party hosted by one of her friends from the recent camping adventure we had. It was a night filled with new friends, good food and karaoke.
This was the first time I had Thanksgiving without my family, yet it was one of the best Thanksgivings I've had in a longtime. What does that tell you? That I hate my family? That they hate me? No, not at all. I do think though that families get wound up in drama sometimes that blinds us from the real reason we get together in the first place. Being in a dysfunctional family, we often end up going to multiple locations for holiday dinners and such. But I guess that's not new since half of marriages end in divorce, right? At least that's the last statistic I heard.
Call me odd, but I think that I would rather get together with good friends and family for a nice dinner and drinks than get another bath set or sweater with a Hallmark greeting hastily stuck on with scotch tape.
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