A Song Chon Dong Thanksgiving

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nostalgic on Thanksgiving. I told my kinders about the “pilgrims who wore funny hats” and we made construction paper turkeys…you know, the kind where you trace your hands for the feathers. My favorite response was when I asked what they thought the pilgrims ate, and they replied, “sushi” (pronounced suuuuuucy).

All the foreigners in my neighborhood got together Thursday evening and celebrated Thanksgiving at the Corner Lounge, a.k.a Tori’s house. Since none of us have ovens, I was expecting a shriveled up piece of chicken and dry crusty bread as our dinner. That's why I brought the wine. I thought if the food sucked, at least we could booze it up. Seriously. I was pleasantly surprised that wasn’t the case at all. We feasted on chicken, turkey legs, mashed potatoes and gravy, salad, fruit salad, garlic bread, cream corn, stuffing, vegetables, baked apples, and even pumpkin pie! It was interesting because there was a mix of Americans, Canadians, Brits, and even a guy from New Zealand (shout out to Reebs). You could definitely tell who the Americans were because we were crowded around the pumpkin pie, eyes wide and slightly glazed, like starving little children.

Part of our feast. Notice Amy's eager hand.

Fellow Song Chon Dongians

Everyone kept saying Topher got these fine turkey legs at the black market, when in all actuality, it was Home Plus.

The best part is Topher, head in hands, laughing.

The aspiring Kenny Chesney, is Ian, a Canadian guy in our neighborhood. It’s funny because when he’s sober he’s the most apathetic human being. However, a few drinks in, his character completely changes and he begins to think he’s a rapper, specifically from the group DMX. Imagine a tall, awkward red head forcefully yelling, “Ya’ll gon make me lose my mind, up in here, up in here,” while wiggling around and doing the rap hand thing (I have no idea why he started singing country the other night).