Closed on Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving has never been a big, sentimental holiday in my family the way Christmas and birthdays are. My family is 2,500 miles away and my friends all have families-plus-one-or-two-or-ten on Turkey Day so every year I get a handful of generous invitations to join one horde or another. Sometimes I say yes, sometimes I prefer going solo to making a big shlep somewhere and behaving myself with people I wish weren't there. I like my friends but their squirmy, whiney parents or the squirmy, whiney kids who belong to some relative or guest just make me uncomfortable and irritable. (Sound kind of Bah! Humbuggy, don't I? Ah, well.)

The times I've joined friends and their immediate families and a close friend or two I've usually enjoyed the day. A few times I've made the mistake of going with friends to somebody's house where I don't know the hosts very well or there is such a mob that I feel like a stranger in a strange world. Those times have been pure torture. One time a few years ago when I still lived in Manhattan, I joined two friends, also from Manhattan, and we trekked out to the farthest town on Long Island to join friends of theirs in a huge house with at least 1,000 boistrous people I didn't know but who all seem to know each other. Not really 1,000 but it felt that way. The minute I walked through the door, I felt a discomfort that made me want to turn tail and leap onto the first train back. That was a loooooong day.

So after some tentative plans fell through for today, I found myself searching for a good turkey dinner at the last minute. Kentucky Fried Chicken drive-thru just didn't appeal to me, nor my leftover pizza in the freezer. So many places are closed on Thanksgiving -- I tried calling several restaurants that I frequent that I figured would have decent turkey dinners but they were all closed. Geez, even TGIFriday's was closed -- I figured I could count on them! The Denny's near me was open and I love their Super Bird (it's made with turkey) but I couldn't see myself there on this day.

At length I thought I'd try a little local Italian restaurant, Mulberry Street, and BINGO, I got a winner! Yes, they were open and yes, they had turkey dinners and yes, I could get in right away.

So I took the three-minute drive there (in the rain) and was delighted to see only six cars in the parking lot. I got a nice big table in the corner and enjoyed a scrumptious traditional turkey dinner with fresh everything, including cranberry sauce, which I usually can do without, made with fresh berries and some fresh fruit to dilute the characteristic tartness - delicious! Great service, not too expensive, all in all a relaxing and satisfying experience. I waddled out of there nice and full.

I thought about doing something charitable on this day, something for someone else. But with no advance planning I wasn't sure where to go. And frankly, I just wanted a whole day to do what I wanted, even if it was not much. So I went to the gym, talked to a good friend on the phone, got my (obviously artificial) Christmas tree out and started getting it set up, e-mailed a friend, talked to another friend on the phone, took a nap (the ultimate luxury), took some time to reflect on how fortunate I feel, talked to my mom on the phone and am writing this as I watch the Kansas City Chiefs kill "my" Denver Broncos. Wait - the Broncos just scored. Maybe there's hope for a 100% fabulous Thanksgiving Day. Instead of just 99%.