Mr. Bobkitty, whom I love dearly but confuses the hell out of me sometimes, does not enjoy Thanksgiving. Now, granted, he’s a vegetarian so the whole turkey thing is right out, but I always make him a nice veggie lasagna while indulging in the traditional fare. So no, that’s not the only (or real) reason. Annually I hear him muttering something about the Civil War, Lincoln, and ‘that damn holiday’ but I’ll be buggered if I can figure out what he’s talking about.
ANYway, for the past four years I’ve been celebrating Thanksgiving pretty much alone. Sure, Mr. Bobkitty will eat what I cook for him, and sometimes I can get him to actually sit at the table to do so, but it’s just not the same. And I wind up with way too many leftovers. This year I’d like to try something different. I’d like to extend an open invitation to the Dopers who otherwise would be alone on Thanksgiving to come to my place for dinner. Singles, couples, people who just don’t wanna waste another holiday listening to their real families whining, whatever. My dining room table only seats six, but we can set it up buffet style and just sit on the floor. There’s a hotel less than a mile from my place, or if I don’t think you’ll steal the silverware you can stay with us (BYO sleeping bag). The Bobkitty House is easily accessible from Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, and northern Florida.
bobkitty, you know I’d be there. Unfortunately, I’ll be dragged to my aunt’s house. (I don’t care for most people on my father’s side of the family, but I have to be nice to them. It’s training for my theatre career.)
Well, I think I’m going to be alone for Thanksgiving, but I’m practically in Canada so it sounds like you’re a bit far. However, if no one takes you up on your offer and you’ve still got leftovers in early January, I’m bringing my sister down to school in Savanah, so I’ll help clean out your freezer.
Gosh, you know I’d be there but…I live in Montana. A bit far, to say the least. Sorry to hear that Mr. Bobkitty doesn’t like Thanksgiving; it’s my very favorite holiday. We’ll probably have a houseful of friends, but no relatives…that’s for Christmas this year.
This is the Thanksgiving that Jr Ranger II will be at his Father’s and Jr Ranger I has already been invited to have Thanksgiving dinner with her ‘boyfriend’'s family, so I’ll be alone this year.
But I’m in Oklahoma, otherwise I would take you up on it and bring a Southern Pecan Pie or two.
I’d take you up on it, seeing as how I live in Atlanta and so forth. But I’m sort of used to being alone on Thanksgiving at this point-I’ve not spent one with my family since the year before I went to college. Two of those I did spend with my college boyfriend, but now I just get a pizza or something and have a grand time.
This year, I will have just gotten back from a 1700 mile road trip through VA, DC, NC and SC for work/a friends wedding. So it’s going to be nice to be at home again.
Looks like I’ll be by myself on Thanksgiving. I was going to have my dinner with my Sappo and his family but I just found out that my Sappo has to work. I guess it’ll be just me, my fish, and my dog. I’d come eat with you since I am somewhere in the South but someone has to take care of the critters. Oh well…
Sweetie, why don’t you drag Mr. Bobkitty down to my house and we’ll all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I would love to take you up on your invitation, but I have already been forewarned that I can NOT give up on cooking our traditional Turkey Day feast (nor can I get out of it…and trust me, I’ve tried) and truthfully, I would love to have you and your honey here for the holiday.
You can bring (or I can prepare) whatever he likes to eat, and if you can put up with three kids…well, four, but one’s moved out and thinks he’s grown :rolleyes: then I think we would have a wonderful time.
Like I said, I would prefer coming to your house for a wonderful repast, but I’m afraid I’d be farred and tethered just for thinking it.
I guess it’ll be just me, my fish, and my dog. I’d come eat with you since I am somewhere in the South but someone has to take care of the critters. Oh well…