last year's thanksgiving brought a new member to my family's festivities.
my sisters boyfriend - my younger sister.
now while this may not seem like a big deal to the average reader it was a HUGE deal in my family. my sister lives in manhattan and bringing her boyfriend home with her to canton for the holiday to participate in not one but two family dinners was quite the event.
being that i've never had a boy come to thanksgiving dinner and i am three years older than her kind of caused me unexpectedly to become a bit emotional. enjoying yet another family meal full of questions about my non-existent love life was something i was not looking forward to.
early in the afternoon i realized that the best way to cope with said emotions was to drink copious amounts of wine.
now i may have a bit of a reputation for being a party girl, but not around my family. for whatever reason family dinners and holidays are my nights off. so once i downed my third glass of wine before 3pm i knew 2007's thanksgiving was going to be a treat for everyone involved.
the first meal at my aunt's house went off relatively without a hitch but walking into my cousins house for the second meal i may or may not have been 27 sheets to the wind.
"yeah, yeah sissy's boyfriend is awesome. ain't love grand? where's the wine?"
upon sitting down at the dining room table, after the thanksgiving day prayer, the mad rush to pass the food began.
my little cousin jenna asks me to pass the potatoes to her across the table. no biggie right?
upon passing the spuds my sleeve glides over a lit candle...
catching my shirt ON FIRE - in the middle of thanksgiving dinner.
the sad thing is, i was so full of turkey and wine i didn't even realize i was on fire. my cousin jenna had to tell me.
instead of freaking out and stop, dropping and rolling - i literally looked at my currently on fire sleeve and started laughing. a full bellied stoner-esque laugh (think beavis and butt-head), taking my good 'ol time in putting out the flame.
members of my family had either one of two reactions.
1. laughing till they cried, or
2. complete and utter pity for the single drunk girl
here's hoping that i don't light any of my garments on fire this thanksgiving.
i should be okay though. sissy won't be bringing her boyfriend home this year - they broke up.
i'm so evil.