Excellent Thanksgiving Plans
I'm in Albuquerque, all on my own, visiting the folks, and having lots of time to wander around Old Town and look at art, and since it's also the week of American Thanksgiving, and we're in America, plans had to be made, concerning the celebration of the Day When Everything But The Restaurants And The Bars Is Shut Down.*
So here's the plan: tomorrow, sometime around 2:30, some of us are going on over to Shoney's. Now, we're not going there cause the food is good -- no, no, we're not expecting the buffet to be anything but pretty dreadful. We were going to go out, anyway, so that no one has to cook or clean up. We're going to Shoney's, sometime after 2:30, so that we can be served by my niece, who's got a brand-new waitressing job there.
Her dad (my brother) and I are pretty pumped about this. We've already planned hilariousness with the tip. He called her up yesterday to ask what was going to be offered in the way of food, and she told him there'd be ham, turkey, prime rib, and chicken. We so deeply doubt the prime rib part. We figure it's some kind of cow meat, but we're thinking NOT prime rib. Though we'd be thankful if it were. Also, she told her dad that she'd made the pumpkin pie. Then, when questioned further, she admitted that actually if we order pumpkin pie, she will be the one who cuts it. But she didn't actually MAKE it. Also, she told us that we get a 20% discount on account of being family, AND free pumpkin pie, cut, as mentioned afore, by our waitress. Since the damn dinner's only about $8.50 to begin with, we figure they're pretty much paying us to eat at Shoney's. Which is only right, really.
Oh, this is going to be amusing.
My mom thinks we should behave ourselves, but I think that would be a disappointment -- it's not like my niece hasn't met us, for goodness sakes. She'll expect some kind of hoopla. She'll expect a story out of this, and years of retelling: The Day That The Family Came And Harrassed Me On Thanksgiving When I Had My First Real Job And Auntie Anne Was In Town.
We're all thankful for stories, around here. Better than turkey.
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*For those temporarily confused: this is too gramatically correct. It's just making your eyes bleed. But it's right. Really. I get paid to know.
So here's the plan: tomorrow, sometime around 2:30, some of us are going on over to Shoney's. Now, we're not going there cause the food is good -- no, no, we're not expecting the buffet to be anything but pretty dreadful. We were going to go out, anyway, so that no one has to cook or clean up. We're going to Shoney's, sometime after 2:30, so that we can be served by my niece, who's got a brand-new waitressing job there.
Her dad (my brother) and I are pretty pumped about this. We've already planned hilariousness with the tip. He called her up yesterday to ask what was going to be offered in the way of food, and she told him there'd be ham, turkey, prime rib, and chicken. We so deeply doubt the prime rib part. We figure it's some kind of cow meat, but we're thinking NOT prime rib. Though we'd be thankful if it were. Also, she told her dad that she'd made the pumpkin pie. Then, when questioned further, she admitted that actually if we order pumpkin pie, she will be the one who cuts it. But she didn't actually MAKE it. Also, she told us that we get a 20% discount on account of being family, AND free pumpkin pie, cut, as mentioned afore, by our waitress. Since the damn dinner's only about $8.50 to begin with, we figure they're pretty much paying us to eat at Shoney's. Which is only right, really.
Oh, this is going to be amusing.
My mom thinks we should behave ourselves, but I think that would be a disappointment -- it's not like my niece hasn't met us, for goodness sakes. She'll expect some kind of hoopla. She'll expect a story out of this, and years of retelling: The Day That The Family Came And Harrassed Me On Thanksgiving When I Had My First Real Job And Auntie Anne Was In Town.
We're all thankful for stories, around here. Better than turkey.
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*For those temporarily confused: this is too gramatically correct. It's just making your eyes bleed. But it's right. Really. I get paid to know.
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