Thursday, 26 November 2009

Thanksgiving 2005

Today is Thanksgiving in America. And I would like to share a little story about the one and only Thanksgiving I have experienced which took place in Manchester on November 24th 2005.

I was back at university as a postgraduate, living back in Halls with lots of other people and we decided that we would celebrate Thanksgiving even though we were in England because we had 2 Americans in our midst.

(And also who needs an excuse to drink and eat copious amounts?!)

We looked to The Americans to show us the way. “Tell us. Tell us what we should do?” So The Americans showed us how to make Hand Turkeys and we got paints and drew round our hands and cut them out and stuck them all over the walls.

The Americans were a little nervous about cooking a Thanksgiving dinner on their own for the first times. And in a fairly grotty kitchen at that. But I assured them it would be fine.

“It’s basically a Christmas dinner which is basically a Sunday dinner and I can definitely do those.” I said. “I will help you”

The night before Thanksgiving I got my gladrags on and went out for a ‘few drinks’. In my experience if you utter the words “I’m just going out for a few drinks, it’s not a big night or anything” then you are guaranteed it’s going to be a big night out.

Turns out it was a big night out mainly down to two factors: 1. I was the only girl and 2. We realised that at midnight we could officially celebrate the beginning of 24 hour licensing (Has anybody else noticed that that has never really made a difference? Anyway...) so should stay out at least until then.

The night culminated in a toast to 24 hour licensing and me falling down a flight of stairs in the bar as we were leaving.

The next morning I awoke in agony. And surrounded by peas which, in a moment of sobriety, my friend had got out in an attempt to fix my foot.

It hadn’t worked. I was in agony. “This is it.” I thought to myself. “My first broken bone at the age of 22. Mum is not going to be impressed when she finds out what I’ve done.”

Luckily for me we lived pretty much opposite the Manchester Royal Infirmary and so began the long hobbly journey over there, stopping off at Subway to keep the hangover at bay.

Turned out it wasn’t broken. The doctor didn’t understand how but said that it was probably because I was so drunk I’d have been fairly relaxed when I fell. (I sensed she wasn’t massively impressed with me.)

“But I still can’t walk, you must give me crutches.”

“No, no crutches for you. That will merely encourage you to walk and you must rest your foot. I will give you these magic pills called Codeine. They will help you.”

So I popped a couple of pills and went home to rest my foot.

Let me tell you something. Prescription strength codeine? STRONG. Very very strong. So strong that I was completely off my face. The room was spinning, all I could do was lie there with my foot up and laugh.

But I was determined to help The Americans with the Thanksgiving preparations so I went to the kitchen.

And stood there and laughed.

Basically I was no help at all.

The rest of the day is incredibly hazy. I gradually regained my senses towards the end of the day and went through to the kitchen to see if I could help The Americans. They were carving the turkey and suddenly pulled out a plastic bag from the cavity.

“You know I’m not convinced we should have kept this in” said American Number 1.

“Oh my god! They’re the giblets, you should have taken that out before you put it in the oven.” I laughed.

Cue looks from The Americans which basically said “If you weren’t an idiot you could have helped us you moron instead of standing there laughing.”

(They weren’t impressed with me either.)

The meal was lovely, no-one died from plastic bag poisoning, and I still retain the memories of the sweet potato pie with marshmallows. So much so that I’m going to be making it tonight.

I may have missed some aspects of Thanksgiving 2005 so at this point I invite one of The Americans who reads this blog to please add any details I may have missed in the comments below this post.

So what am I thankful for?

I am thankful for being taught how to make hand turkeys.

And I am thankful for meeting The Americans and for all the fun and games we had together.

And I am thankful that I only have to wait 33 days for even MORE fun and games together.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

5 comments:

The Curious Cat said...

Aw! Fun post! I do enjoy your stories and how you tell them! I like hand turkeys - they are cool! So American! And poor you with your foot - and yes, I know how bad painkillers can be. I had to take some in Brazil for a bladdar infection and I literally had to lie still on a bed for fear of vomiting or fainting. Glad to hear you didn't get plastic bag poisoning - why is it so necessary to remove the giblets anyway? Do they corrupt the turkey?! Oh and recipe for marshmallow pie please - is it a sweet dish served with meats or a sort of pudding?! xxx

Trish said...

Oh my...I am laughing along with your recollections. Too funny. Oh well, you recovered from the fall and the plastic bag. I do admit I have done the very same thing...the plastic bag thing ...NOT the falling down grin!

Trish said...

BTW....my verification word was cabigled which seemed appropriate for a post about a slightly inebriated time...giggle

Itch2stitch.com said...

Oh you do make me laugh! i loved this post so much! I was on codeine after one of my operations. Well on morphine too, but just pills when I got home, they are strong! Love the part about falling down stairs and the unimpressed doc! I had a similar experience years ago, but it featured a moped, too much home brew, unimpressed doc, stitches in my head and a needle in my bum! Long story! suzie. xxx

Soph said...

I don't know if I'm American number 1 or 2...but I like the sound of Number 1. (Let's not tell Nubmer 2). What do I have to add? Hmmm...yeah, you were a mess! I remember an instant mash potato disaster from when you tried to hop around in your drug-induced state "helping". But mostly I remember a lot of booze, laughs and feeling so full I couldn't move. Being stuck in Palm Springs all weekend with old people wasn't nearly as fun as my English Thanksgiving!

I can't WAIT to see how English New Year turns otu!