On thursday, 27 November, 2008 a group of expat 808 residents ensconced themselves in a motel near an abandoned road in Scappoose, Oregon. There was no dark, nefarious meaning to all of this, no hidden subtext of conspiracy and fear. This was, internet peoples, an actual Thanksgiving celebration. Eat, drink, be merry and play Wii. Talk story and hang out. Discuss various food traditions for Thanksgiving in the U.S. based on ethnic background. Did any of you just have pasta? Was there any squid luau to be found on your table? Kim Chee? Adobo? Pansit? Pizza? TurDucken? Linguica ? Jai ? Sashimi ? Poke? Get the idea? Should I continue? Any other type of interrogative ?
The spread was the traditional Norman Rockwellian image of Thanksgiving, the participants were not.
Turkey, stuffing, dressing, crannberry sauce, and all that you would expect filled the stomachs and sinuses of the guests. i am happy to report that i got up late.
For all of this, this expedition into oregon ( whoa. i should use that..) a night with my family and friends and new friends- in a motel on an abandoned road- i am truly thankful.