thanksgiving wasn't too bad. i worked 8-12 and pretty much got paid $105 to sit under the table at work and read a book steve lent me. it's called "how the light gets it" and i'm really enjoying it even though i'm only about 90 pages in. the main character, louise/lou, is like a female holden caulfeild (oh, my first love) and is someone i relate to in so many ways, down to her tiniest quirks, that it's scary. we left just after 1pm to go to steve's aunt and uncle's house in brooklyn. we picked up his sister, cristy, on the way and spent a few minutes at her house playing with her dogs, linus and luna, who are the cutest little dogs on the entire planet. we met the rest of steve's family at this irish restaurant called kennedy's in breezy point, queens. it was in a closed community with all these tiny little sea-side bungalows which steve hated (no property) but i loved the quaintness. "you could stick your head out the window and kiss your neighbor" - aunt terry. they had a thanksgiving menu but pretty much everyone got either the turkey or salmon dinner. we got about 3 carafes of wine, and i drank too much and couldn't really pay attention to anything so i just kept giggling and shoveling the food into my mouth hoping no one would notice that i was drunk. the food was excellent except the cranberry sauce was WAY too sweet and the turnips... i don't know what to say about the turnips. they have such an unusual taste that it was good and disgusting at the same time. pretty color at least.
afterwards we went back to his aunt and uncle's house and sat around flipping through tv channels and playing with steve's cousin bobby's daughter, raven, who is the cutest baby i have ever, ever seen in my entire life. steve's sister made a pumpkin cheesecake for dessert which was DELICIOUS and after bobby, his wife, rochelle and raven left cristy took steve's dad and aunt terry upstairs to the computer to show them the new apartment she and her boyfriend, christian, are looking to move into. me and steve just chilled downstairs watching "the godfather" because i've never seen it (shame on me, i suppose). i kept nodding in and out of sleep and around 10ish we left to get back to the island. i completely fell asleep on steve's lap in the back seat and it was such a nice ride.
i felt a little out of place, i was my usual quite self, which is totally ok but i still wish i talked a little bit more. i just hate when they ask me questions like what have i been doing with myself because all i do is work, and all i do is work at a deli in stop n shop. it makes me feel like the most uninteresting person on the face of the earth. send me off to mars, please. i can be my own weirdo there. i don't even have any decent anecdotes to tell them that don't involve heavy drinking or illicit substances. goddamn. somehow it came up that the next day was my mom's birthday and i hate talking about my family. steve's family is so traditional and my family is, well, so not. aunt terry asked if we were doing anything special and i tried to say no without saying no and it just came out as a few half sentences and me looking down at the table. she said something along the lines of it being good that i had a good relationship with my mom and in the mix of wanting to laugh and burst into tears at the same time i let out the tiniest chuckle (so as to seem, uh, happy?) and said "yeah, right? i know," and looked down at the table.