thanksgiving. yeah. great.
I wish I could paint you an accurate picture of what happened over this past week. Most of it has felt much like an out-of-body experience. Quite surreal (because of its utter absurdness).
It all started when I got a call from a stressed older sister at 3pm on Tuesday saying that her roommate was leaving for Spain from Richmond in three hours and she forgot her passport in Harrisonburg. And guess who was taking it to her? My gracious older sister Clair. So I jumped into the car with her and we took a very impromptu trip to Charlottesville (an hour away) to meet her dad who was going to take it the other half. We ended up wandering the Downtown Mall and drinking coffee and then made our way to our favorite restaurant in Stauton for a greeeat dinner. Although her roommate was nothing less than an idiot for forgetting her passport, Clair and I had a great time and made the most of it.
We had a little sleepover (me and Clair that is) on Tuesday night because we were, no joke, the only people left at JMU. We woke early and started our journey to Charlotte. It was a good 6 to 7 hours . Yay. At least we had the likes of the new Damien Rice album and new Explosions in the Sky songs to comfort us.
And then we arrived. Immediately, I was nominated to keep record of the compeletely ridiculous quotes that were said throughout our stay. For the honor of those involved, and so that you will not hold a compeletely tainted impression of the rest of my relatives, I have decided to omit said quotes from this update. However, if you heard some of them, I am pretty sure you would either a) laugh hysterically b) be disturbed.
Many of you have heard that one set of my relatives drove their RV down to Charlotte and camped it out in my other cousins driveway. Its the truth. It was quite ironic. My cousin was actually throwing the football in the front yard and heard some passing walkers say "Looks like the rednecks have arrived." They were lovingly referred to as the Clampett's for the duration of our stay....
To shorten this and sum it all up:
Clair got sick for the entire Thanksgiving day. Poor sister.
The highlight of my Thanksgiving day was not only going to Starbucks in the morning, but receiving a festive red cup. I don't know if I should be saddened that that made my day or not....
We ate alot. You're shocked, right?
We had a very posh dinner at the Country Club on friday night where had a private room and even had menus with "Moore Family" written on them. Only if you were there, could you witness the irony of the whole situation.
We left early. Go figure. Me, Annie, and Clair jetted as soon as dinner was through and drove through Friday night.
The entirety of our moods can be summed up by this facial expression:
And that was Thanksgiving. I can officially say I have developed a bitter and cynical view on this holiday. I didn't want it to come to this, but this week finally pushed me over the edge. Oh well. I'm still open to have my opinion reversed, we will just have to see what next year brings.
It all started when I got a call from a stressed older sister at 3pm on Tuesday saying that her roommate was leaving for Spain from Richmond in three hours and she forgot her passport in Harrisonburg. And guess who was taking it to her? My gracious older sister Clair. So I jumped into the car with her and we took a very impromptu trip to Charlottesville (an hour away) to meet her dad who was going to take it the other half. We ended up wandering the Downtown Mall and drinking coffee and then made our way to our favorite restaurant in Stauton for a greeeat dinner. Although her roommate was nothing less than an idiot for forgetting her passport, Clair and I had a great time and made the most of it.
We had a little sleepover (me and Clair that is) on Tuesday night because we were, no joke, the only people left at JMU. We woke early and started our journey to Charlotte. It was a good 6 to 7 hours . Yay. At least we had the likes of the new Damien Rice album and new Explosions in the Sky songs to comfort us.
And then we arrived. Immediately, I was nominated to keep record of the compeletely ridiculous quotes that were said throughout our stay. For the honor of those involved, and so that you will not hold a compeletely tainted impression of the rest of my relatives, I have decided to omit said quotes from this update. However, if you heard some of them, I am pretty sure you would either a) laugh hysterically b) be disturbed.
Many of you have heard that one set of my relatives drove their RV down to Charlotte and camped it out in my other cousins driveway. Its the truth. It was quite ironic. My cousin was actually throwing the football in the front yard and heard some passing walkers say "Looks like the rednecks have arrived." They were lovingly referred to as the Clampett's for the duration of our stay....
To shorten this and sum it all up:
Clair got sick for the entire Thanksgiving day. Poor sister.
The highlight of my Thanksgiving day was not only going to Starbucks in the morning, but receiving a festive red cup. I don't know if I should be saddened that that made my day or not....
We ate alot. You're shocked, right?
We had a very posh dinner at the Country Club on friday night where had a private room and even had menus with "Moore Family" written on them. Only if you were there, could you witness the irony of the whole situation.
We left early. Go figure. Me, Annie, and Clair jetted as soon as dinner was through and drove through Friday night.
The entirety of our moods can be summed up by this facial expression:
And that was Thanksgiving. I can officially say I have developed a bitter and cynical view on this holiday. I didn't want it to come to this, but this week finally pushed me over the edge. Oh well. I'm still open to have my opinion reversed, we will just have to see what next year brings.
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