Thanksgiving Live Blogging
The 16.8 lb. turkey is on the counter coming to room temp, the cole slaw is made, the pies are made, the English trifle is made. The stuffing is assembled, the mashed and sweet potatoes all set for peeling. Green bean casserole needs to be popped in the oven. The table is set. The boys are upstairs asleep and Drew just arrived at South Station and will be here soon. I've got Jacqueline Schwab's piano music on in the parlor, and the Ditty-Bops on in the kitchen. I'm sitting in the living room watching Christina Applegate showcase her thoroughly mediocre dancing chops and cringing every time she goes flat (often) singing "I'm a Brass Band" from Cy Coleman's adorable music, "Sweet Charity."
Only in America would the big Thanksgiving celebration -- a holiday inaugurated by the most orthodox of Christians for the purpose of giving praise to God -- be kicked off by a fabled hooker in a red dress, kicking so high her panties show.
But I admit I cried at the beginning of the parade as the credits rolled and before I could become distracted by Katie Couric's really cute knit gloves (where'd she get those)? What a list of participants. You got Jewish movie star Adrien Brody. You got LeeAnn Rimes and Carrie Underwood representing the country music world. You got Jae (from "Queer Eye") and Tommy Tune for the gay contingent. You got Aaron Neville and Harry Connick, Jr. of New Orleans and all kinds of folks from the Gulf Coast. You got the casts of "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" and "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" and ya got 450 kids in pajamas from Camp Broadway twirling around with those big, fake Jon Benet Ramsey smiles, and I love it. It's thirty nine degrees out there, SMILE. BABY! SING OUT, LOUISE!
Children have to learn that performance is suffering, and we love it anyway.
Uh-oh, gotta go rub herbed butter all over the turkey. Time to get the rubber gloves. Try not to get too excited.
(actually, if that excites you I don't even want to know about it)
Only in America would the big Thanksgiving celebration -- a holiday inaugurated by the most orthodox of Christians for the purpose of giving praise to God -- be kicked off by a fabled hooker in a red dress, kicking so high her panties show.
But I admit I cried at the beginning of the parade as the credits rolled and before I could become distracted by Katie Couric's really cute knit gloves (where'd she get those)? What a list of participants. You got Jewish movie star Adrien Brody. You got LeeAnn Rimes and Carrie Underwood representing the country music world. You got Jae (from "Queer Eye") and Tommy Tune for the gay contingent. You got Aaron Neville and Harry Connick, Jr. of New Orleans and all kinds of folks from the Gulf Coast. You got the casts of "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" and "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" and ya got 450 kids in pajamas from Camp Broadway twirling around with those big, fake Jon Benet Ramsey smiles, and I love it. It's thirty nine degrees out there, SMILE. BABY! SING OUT, LOUISE!
Children have to learn that performance is suffering, and we love it anyway.
Uh-oh, gotta go rub herbed butter all over the turkey. Time to get the rubber gloves. Try not to get too excited.
(actually, if that excites you I don't even want to know about it)
posted by PeaceBang at 9:17 AM
3 Comments:
What got theCSO's mom and I was the Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang lady who looked like the love child of Ms. Applegate and Julia Andrews.
Now there's a native American lady singing on top of a giant haeddress.
Makes me think of that freaking hilarious death scene in "Drop Dead Gorgeous."
But that may indicate I am not properly in the spirit of things.
Oh, look! Here comes the Sesame Street Muppets!
I heart The Count's hat.
CC
(actually, if that excites you I don't even want to know about it)
The rubber gloves, or the buttered turkey?
;-)
Canadian Thanksgiving quite regularly falls on my birthday or thereabouts.
Happy Thanksgiving Peacebang.
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