Who's going to carve the Turkey ?!?
Thanksgiving spanned two families, 24 hours, a wrestling match, and a vicious game of spoons. My roommate and I were invited to Thanksgiving Point for lunch. (Family number one). It was slightly cheesy to have Thanksgiving at Thanksgiving Point, but it was also a really good idea. A quality buffet lunch at the Clubhouse, nice setting, fun family members, and my roommates over-developed ability to make bird noises secretly all added up to a great time. Plus, I really liked the 'Happy Juice' that was served, I don't know what it was but it was pink, it tasted good, and there was an endless supply. We even had the option of riding in a golf cart from the car to the front door. Talk about service to the extreme. It would have been a short ride, but a ride non-the-less.
From here, departure was had to another location. This time to East SLC.
Upon arrival, preparations were made to play foozball in the snow at a local school. Apparently, people play football on Thanksgiving....yeah, go figure. To those who stayed behind were allowed to watch football. There was no escape. Personally, I would have rather watched Ninja Turtles take on Vampires, but since this was not available, I was left to viewing Homosapiens battle it out on the pitch (soccer term for field).
When the time arrived to partake of the Thanksgiving feast, there arose a problem which, it seemed there was no answer.... "Who's going to carve the Turkey?!?" The head of the house was at work and so, it was left to the remaining personages to decide who would take upon themselves to carve such a holiday fowl. After a few moments, it was appointed to yours truly to endevour on such a task. My first carving turkey experience was when I was around the tender age of 15. Since then, I have carved a total of 3 turkeys (including this one). Tragedy was averted and dinner was spectacular.
In a post-turkey feeding, everyone scattered to enjoy the remainder of the day, singing, verbally interacting, or just sitting on the couch staring at the ceiling and juggling a single rubix cube.
Upon arrival of the aforementioned head of the house, secret combinations were created and plans were made to tackle said head of the house. When least expected, almost all males in the house engaged in said activity. It was quite like melee on Cartoon Network, where everyone jumps in and a while cloud apprears. The only things that are visible are fists and feet, with an occasional head that pokes out, looks around and then dives back in. When the smoke clears all that remains are limp bodies and tattered clothing. Quite entertaining.
To cap off the evening and to compliment the wrestling match, a game of Spoons was suggested. I don't think I've ever seen such a display of competitiveness. Little people taking on big people. Old challenging the young. Loyalties flew out the window as spoons were fought over. It was like unto church ball, everyone laughs as casualties increase.
Moral of the Story: Mormons are weird, especially so around holidays.
If all this could happen on a day such as Thanksgiving, I wonder what Christmas is like for Mormon families. Christmas is like holiday-zilla.......
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