Flying Turkeys

Thanksgiving is absolutely my least favorite holiday for two reasons: first, it encourages people to gorge themselves until they feel sick and second, it has evolved from a celebration of thanks to a day of preparation before the day of mass consumerism, also known as Black Friday. Aside from my complete of disgust with what Thanksgiving has become, I still do have some fond memories of this cursed day in late November. Typically, my family goes to my dad's family in Louisville or my mom's family in Richmond, VA. However, my dad is one of eight siblings and the days of family getting together has finally disappeared, much to my relief because I do not like being around large groups of people for prolonged periods of time. On the other hand, it is an eight hour drive to Virginia and my parents are usually stressed out to get there on time, sounds like a fun ride right? This year is going to possibly change my opinion of Thanksgiving because I am cooking for my family and a small grouping of relatives from Louisville, this is awesome for me because I love to cook and I can cook anything that I want to cook without interference from my family. Awesome, I know, but the pressure is starting to get to me and it is only Tuesday, yet I will still probably be the happiest that I have been in years on my least favorite holiday.