Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Games in Preparation for Thanksgiving

Okay, tomorrow is American Thanksgiving, so it is time to batter down the hatches and talk frankly about emotional survival plans on behalf of the American readership. (Strangely, some British people have adopted American Thanksgiving themselves which, as a Canadian, I find very strange, yet another example of the bizarre British fascination with the USA. You should see BBC4 this week--absolutely mental.)

The essence of being rooted in reality is looking unpleasant facts in the eye and standing up to them instead of cowering behind a wall of dreamy-dreaminess. Therefore, if Great-Aunt Tilly has asked you every Thanksgiving for the past ten years if you are a Lesbian, don't think she won't ask you again this year. Turn it into a game. Make a bet with your friends when she will ask. In fact, run a pool. Your friends all give you a quarter, and whoever guesses right gets the pot. If she DOESN'T ask, the pot goes to the poor box in thanksgiving. I guarantee that, this way, when Great-Aunt Tilly asks the dreaded question, you will not want to die but to cheer and write down the time she asked.

Great-Aunt Tilly: Tell me, dear, are you a Lesbian?

You: Yay! OMG! What time is it?

The game can apply to any prediction based on past family Thanksgivings. Another game would be to agree beforehand with Single friends to write down the hour and minute you are first asked about your Single status. ("Any boyfriend yet, dear? Well, never mind.") Then when you can meet up, you all produce your pieces of paper.

And then there's simply collecting points for every time your Single state gets mentioned. I suggested this last year, and much hilarity ensued.

Obviously you need a quirky sense of humour for these games, although come to think of it, if you read this blog, you probably do have a quirky sense of humour. And the games also assume your families are functional enough that Thanksgiving Dinner does not mean a slide into dysfunction and depression. If Thanksgiving Dinner has for the past ten years meant a slide into dysfunction and depression, I heartily urge you not to go. And if you do go anyway, I urge you to have some lovely treat waiting for you as soon as you can escape. Do not exchange this lovely treat for the questionable joys of feeling like a martyr.

I also urge you not to compare yourself to your little sister, who has brought her boyfriend this year, or to your cousin, who married a millionaire, or to anybody else. I usually found it salutary, when envying a pal her girlfriend status or diamond ring, to ask myself if I would want her man. The answer has always been NO, although I did have to admit that one pal (one pal in 35 years of having pals) did have a very fetching fiance. Now he is her very fetching husband, and I really should stop mentioning how fetching he is. Fortunately, my own husband is pretty fetching in his own right, B.A.

Sorry to mention B.A. at a time like this, but if married women write about the beauties of other men, we sort of have to mention our own beautiful husbands in the next breath. And I suppose that this is a good opportunity to remind the majority of my Single readers who will actually marry (according to American statistics) that I didn't meet B.A. until I was 37. This may not cheer you if you are 27 or 47, but the point is that just because you haven't found Mr Right by this Thanksgiving doesn't mean you won't ever find him. Maybe you won't, but maybe you will. The ways of God--and of Mr Right, if he exists--are very mysterious.

By the way, if any of my readers thinks the way to cope with the holiday is to curl up with a bottle of vodka, I am here to scold you and tell you that it isn't. If it even crosses your mind, I will be very mad, and if I ever find out, I will block you. So don't. Choose friends and fun instead. If you can't be with your own friends or make your own fun, then pop down to the nearest shelter and spend Thanksgiving serving the homeless.

14 comments:

Nzie (theRosyGardener) said...

What a cheery post. :) I'm having my 3rd Thanksgiving away from home (this year because I'm in law school, the last 2 because I was on a far-off continent), and I get together with other friends. One of my roommate's boyfriend will be here, but the rest of us are single I think, and we'll just have a good time and lots of food. It'd be really nice to be with my family (where it's a lot of younger sibs - college age and younger-- and one or two single family friends) but I find good food and company makes me grateful regardless. I hope other singles far from home have made some arrangements. Maybe I can shanghai some guests into a card game. :)

theobromophile said...

I'm thinking that my line this year will be, "I'm still looking for a partner in crime slash international man of mystery, but don't get your hopes up for marriage and a picket fence. Seems like washing skid marks off his tighty whities would sort of ruin that 'man of mystery' thing, and then what's the point?"

Seraphic said...

Hmm....Not sure mentioning skid marks at the dinner table is the BEST response...

The Crescat said...

I like games idea. I get the "any man in your life?" question at least ten xs before the evening's end.

Seraphic Spouse said...

Ten points for you!

Lena said...

Yes, I think I'll be playing a version of this game.

Thanks for the good idea.

amlovesmusic said...

I probably won't get this question...at least I hope not! I'll be spending this thanksgiving with my boss and his family....his family is great, but they *do* employ me....so here is to hoping that I don't make a fool of myself!

theobromophile said...

Fine - will amend to "pick up his socks". Sheesh. ;)

Kate P said...

Count me in! Do I already get a point if my (younger!) sister is bringing her boyfriend to meet the family for the first time?

Seraphic Spouse said...

Hmmm.... Okay. You and all the other girls whose sisters bring boyfriends when YOU DIDN'T can have a point just for that.

Elisabeth said...

How many points for, "It's okay to be bitter"? Funny from a distance, not so much up close. And, for the record, I'm not, just supposed to be!

Seraphic Spouse said...

No, no, no! Bitter is bad! Bitterness is the Single's worst enemy in the world, worse than....hmmmm....listening to sad songs over and over while eating Ben and Jerry's.

Anne said...

I wasn't going to "play" because generally my family doesn't comment on my personal life or single status (lucky I know!) but today, right when I walked in the door, before I set anything down, someone said "how's dating going?" and all I could think of was "I WIN!!!!!!!"

Seraphic said...

Ha ha ha! That's the beauty of the game.