You know how people try to one up each other with holiday preparations? The competion ratcheted up a notch this year. Food was secondary to our little halelujah to all the things that make us grateful.
Monk wore pilgrim shoes (you know - black, clunky, big buckles) and colors that would help her blend in to the decor. She could simply flatten herself against a wall and stay safely out of harm's way. Contessa Tina wore a pilgrim inspired cape but checked any puritanical impulses at the door. She drank her dinner before mistaking Monk for a hand rail.
Rain struggled with the task of keeping clothed. He was relieved when Monk spilled a margarita on him and he had a legitimate reason to de-pants. Rik, who high fived Rain with "live free, live naked," appeared almost normal in a Peruvian sheep herder - train conductor kind of way.
D & Kev hippied up to show their gratitude for the defunct status of the Thompson campaign. Michael summed up the spirit of a holiday that mandates we all be in the same house by choosing a T with emlazoned with "HELP!" River made an impecable Austin Scarlett. RayRay went with a subtle as a zebra referee reference. My mom wore her infamous reindeer skin pants. David and I in matching purple velvet blazers didn't stand a chance.
Rain simply appreciated the magic of the day:
"It's pretty cool how you turned that bird into a turkey" - on seeing it before and after roasting.
"And now you are turning it in to ham!" - on seeing it carved.
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