I lovvvvve Thanksgiving.

True story. Worst Thanksgiving ever.

I had just moved from Seattle to Las Vegas and was relieved when a boy I had just started dating asked me to Thanksgiving dinner with his family. I was homesick for the traditional turkey dripping with warm gravy...the works! We spend three hours driving and he stops at a Boston Market. I was confused as to why he was bringing plastic bags filled with plastic-tasting food back to the car, but whatevs. We finally arrive at his parents' house and talk for a bit in front of the fireplace. After showing me the golf course view and baby pictures of my date, his mother leaps into the kitchen, puts on an apron and starts dumping the Boston Market food onto paper plates. I'm speechless. I mean, the bitch had even put on apron. My date looks at me and says, "What? This is how we do it in my family. We're really casual."