So this is way overdue. But I had an interesting Thanksgiving. This will be long so like…skip around and skim…don’t read…or read while on the toilet to amuse you.
My family is always fun with my cousins and their different personalities and such. But this year had a little twist. My cousin from SC brought with her some of her international friends to my grandma’s house for Thanksgiving since they couldn’t go home over the short break and they’d be bored at the university. And my cousin from San Diego on my dad’s side was over here in good ol’ Georgia too.
The international kids seemed very nice. Like too polite. But now I know they’re just being guests and they’ve fooled me, haha. I mean, I think they’re still nice. They’re not like evil people, but my image of them is slightly different from how they really are: regular old kids like me…Okay. Probably not as weird but I’m thinking not as pure and polite as they seem. And they all had cute little accents.
Introductions were done by my cousin so we’d all know each other and it was weird cause we all have Vietnamese nicknames with strange origins and strange sounds to them (or maybe not since some were Chinese and our language is very similar). But that was fun. But then during the actual dinner, my grandpa (I believe he was drunk already. Good job. Before dinner started) insisted that everyone introduce themselves. He went first and my sister, the troll, basically trolled him.
Grandpa: Hi! I’m Peter. I’m the big boss of this family.
Sister: I think you mispronounced big joke!
Note: Our family always trolls and “insults” each other and that’s how we show love. You might see it as disrespect or a hateful family, but that’s how we are. Might be a culture shock to very loving and affectionate families. But that’s how we roll and it breeds very witty and sharp-tongued people and it’s quite scary. I’m very amused when my friends try to insult me jokingly but I go for the weak points I’ve gathered and they’re just recoiling like, “Why?! I’m sorry!” and I was here like, “I’m ready for the comeback. Let’s go!”
Anyways. Cue craziness. He first went around to the uncles and my dad (who were also drunk…I think…not sure about one of them cause he’s just the same sober…) and they drunkenly introduced themselves. Then suddenly it skipped around to us teens (or young adults…or adults. When are you not a teen anymore?) and it skipped over the aunts and my mom. I guess they don’t matter in Grandpa’s patriarchy but ok, sure dude. (I’m low key salty. They matter too).
I think from one cousin, we started doing like this popcorn thing of introductions since my grandpa was skipping around weirdly so we took it in our own hands. But then he got up and went to people who already introduced themselves and demanded an intro. And I’m like “Dude. Go drink water and lay down. You’re a nuisance and drunk. If you’re gonna be drunk, be funny like my uncle.”
He grabbed my cousin and basically the did the intro for her but still demanded she introduce herself. It was weird. But he eventually left back to his end of the table.
It was a fun dinner as usual. I couldn’t sit next to my cousin whom I usually sit next to and like amuse ourselves with how funny we are. But that’s cool. I still heard his remarks down the table. I sat across from a Chinese student and he was very polite and quiet that it scared me. It was such a contrast in the midst of everyone else. Someone protect this guy. Too good for this world.
[Cousin 1 is serving dessert]
Funny and Loud Cousin: Yo! This service sucks! No tip for you! No stars on Yelp!
I didn’t really get to interact much with the other international kids since they were absorbed with their squad things at that end of the table but it was nice to pop in at times.
Food was good. Highlight was the Honey Baked Ham for me. I did my introduction while eating ham, of course.
Hi my name is Madelyn. I’m a college student. Marketing major. Not that interesting. I’m eating this ham. It’s awesome. You might hear me being called by my Viet nickname and you can call me that too if you want. I’m still eating ham…thank you.
Pretty eventful night. The squadron of my cousin and her friends left to go Black Friday shopping soon after dinner and I was basically shamed for not going out. But joke’s on them. I get to sleep and not get trampled. I’m passive for the most part and 5’2. I don’t think that’s a good combination for Black Friday shopping in America.
I ate the remainder of the ice in the ice bucket because I…actually I have no idea why I did that. To cope with loneliness? I just got an idea to eat ice and I went for it. Go me.
That’s about it. Happy Holidays. Stay safe. Did you have an interesting Thanksgiving?
P.S. funny thing today since we’re talking about international students: I was presenting and I think my almost nonexistent Asian accent came out and I said, “crean” instead of “clean”. I cringed so hard on the inside as I tried to amend my mispronunciation but I think every time I tried, it got worse. I don’t know what happened.