Thanksgiving was pretty sedate. I like it that way! (See The Illustrated Librarian's latest blog entry for 'The Pajama Pact'.) Just me and my family and no guests or relatives. My blood pressure never rose at all and I enjoyed drinking wine while cooking and not having to worry about polite chit-chat or whether or not the guests had drinks...
That sense of calm will end some time on mid-Friday when my in-laws will descend upon our house in their bi-annual 'visit'. I use the word visit with reservations, since the word implies that an invitation was actually extended to them. (NOT.) They just tell us when they're migrating down to FL with the rest of the old farts from the Northeast, and show up.
As I get older and somewhat wiser, I've begun to realize that the best way to survive a visit by type-A relatives (as I always say, think: 'George Costanza's parents' and that pegs my in-laws) is to provide them with lots of opportunities to play with their grandkids -- while I go out -- and spend the rest of my enforced time with them in a state of inebriation.
I find that Chilean wines put me into a nice PM fugue. Any other wine suggestions?
I'll be sure to provide some of the more pithier moments as they occur. Countdown to Friday's invasion begins... NOW!
2 comments:
Do I need to say....CHOCOLATE?
Duh.
Yes, EvilJonny, I did indeed blog from the closet last year at this same time. Fortunately, we are now living in a slightly bigger house and there are a few extra rooms to hide out in. My guess is that I will once again be hiding somewhere (the attic?) with a large glass of pinot and some Sees. Visits from my in-laws are like Santa Ana winds... destructive, annoying, and inevitable. *sigh*
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