So I am finally coming home from Kansas and what a great week it has been. It was my sister’s birthday on the 12th (she turned 21), where we ate at Texas Roadhouse and a really authentic Italian restaurant called Zio’s.
I think I may have found the one this year but I may be fooling myself and setting myself up for some heartbreak and disappointment. I probably won’t see her again for many months and who knows what would have changed by then. At this point it is a silly little love story that hasn’t had nearly enough time to kindle into something greater. I’ve known her for only four days and there seemed to be some something special there but now I’ll have to resort to some long distance Facebook chatting and just being “friends” right now until I see her again, whenever that may be. I have to say my Valentine’s Day weekend down in Lawrence and Olathe, Kansas was quite eventful and fulfilling, more so than any other year so far.
My official/unofficial Valentine’s date was one I surely won’t forget for sometime to come. It wasn’t a cheesy get together but there seemed to be something truly meaningful there. I didn’t want to rush things too fast and have that spark of magic disappear but now that I’m back home and she’s still in Kansas, all I’ve got now is some sweet first moments to cling to and they may be just dead ends or the beginnings of something big in the future.
For the second time in my life I took the long train ride to Janesville, Wisconsin to see my oldest sister. This time it was during the Christmas holidays, where a large fully decorated tree sat in the lobby of the old Michigan Central Railroad station. As was before, we stopped at the Union Station in Chicago and boarded a charter bus to Wisconsin, which was packed and full of frequent bathroom goers (the facility located at the back of the bus). Ended up in the same hotel as the last couple times as well, the Baymont Inn and Suites, in which the luxurious hot tub was broken this time, but still warm enough to put our feet in.
The continental breakfast is always a scrumptious affair at the Baymont. The question of the day written on the board in the front lobby elicits discussion. Getting to sleep in an actual bed is great as well.
They may say the bird is the word but that’s not the case this year.
The title says it all.
This Thanksgiving, my family is ditching the bird because of being so tired of eating turkey and feeling full afterward, not being able to eat another bite. That dry meat doesn’t exactly go down well even with gravy.
Which is why this Thanksgiving, me and the rest are going a different way:
The German Way: Ertedankfest.
There will be a couple of foods native to German culture:
German potato salad, German bratwurst (which is a redundant saying because all bratwursts are German), some Heineken beer (a German lager), sauerkraut, and pasta salad (okay, that’s not German, it’s Italian, but close enough (Italy is just underneath Germany on the map).
This is always an anticipated holiday, even if the family is slowly getting smaller (and less enthusiastic about it). Football is the centerpiece of the day, with the annual Detroit Lions Thanksgiving Day game always a national spectacle. The Lions play the Vikings this year, a rarity on this day. They largely take control of the division if they win but slip to second if they lose.
We had a pre-Thanksgiving last night that consisted of turkey, cranberry sauce, rolls, deviled eggs, and stuffing. Pretty light and easy to put away.
Valentine’s Day is that mushy holiday that I’ve never really cared for (basically because I’ve never had a reason to). It just comes and it goes. I was going to wait until next Valentine’s Day to publish this but since it has been stowed away in my drafts for a while, I thought I’d publish it now.
Here are ten things I dislike about this annual celebration, said to have originated way back in the ancient Roman times, from a number of saints named “Valentine” (who the actual one it’s named after is an extraordinary debate):
It’s such a manufactured holiday
No one cares about the single guys
People with diabetes are the minority
What the hell is a Cupid?
We spend BILLIONS on worthless Valentine cards that get thrown away
The one day of the year where couples sweep their troubles under the rug, and then pull them out again the next day.
You forget about the credit card debt from Christmas and buy that expensive ring for your spouse.
Like Halloween, it comes and goes really quickly and has no lasting memory
All the fake, empty “Happy Valentine’s Day” greetings you’ll get at the office.
It doesn’t make February any less boring.
This is a first in a series of “Things I Hate” posts.