today, at 2pm, i went to my parents country club in the outer suburbs of philadelphia for thanksgiving dinner. now, i am not a country club person, in any way. every time i think of being at one, i of course go to the movie caddyshack, or any other film in which the privilege of these establishments is featured. tonight was a strange combination of worlds. there were men in kelly green and navy blue jackets with brass buttons. some of these men wore white or red turtlenecks under these jackets. a man came through in a wheel chair powered by a tube that he blew into. an 85 year old woman complained to her grown son about her aging husband. "he is driving me crazy!" she explained as she dished a cranberry slaw onto her plate. a woman channeling stevie nicks' wardrobe played covers of songs by Jewel and Janis Ian on a casio keyboard. I had two Jamesons and Ginger and watched the entire thing. it wasn't the best thanksgiving ever, but it was the closest thing to a halloween thanksgiving. and who wouldn't want that? ok.
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