I don't know who else has a barbecue as part of the Thanksgiving festivities, but I don't know there's any other way to do it. Only in sunny old LA, right? And I'm sure the good ol' turkey enjoyed the company of my mom's special marinated chicken, Korean BBQ, and steak.
The cousins and I watched Super 8, which actually is a very good movie. Go watch it. Then we made a Ralphs run for ice cream.
And of course, what family gathering would be complete without some discussion on politics, race, or any other charged topic?
Well, my aunt quelled any discussion on the state of European affairs and its merits versus those of China or America when she declared emphatically, "Race doesn't matter! There are morons in every race!"
Minimal pictures because I was in a food coma for the greater part of the day.
Minimal pictures because I was in a food coma for the greater part of the day.
Cheers.
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