Leftovers anyone?

My perception of Thanksgiving changes depending on the year. Most years, I travel to one of my family member’s homes and just have the traditional meal and family fun time. However, every fourth year, when my birthday falls on thanksgiving, the holiday celebration takes place at our house, and generally, no one comes. Whether this has something to do with the fact that its my birthday or not, I don’t know. But what I do know is that sometimes, less people makes the job of entertaining my little cousin Carter a lot easier. This past year was in fact one of those years, and as usual, it resulted in far too much food, and a lot of awkward realizations that it was indeed my birthday today.

My favorite memory I have isn’t exceptionally cheery or celebratory at all. My cousin, Seth, decided he wanted to spend Thanksgiving night over at our house, and so he did. As we were playing Super Smash Brothers on Gamecube, I started to notice the frequency with which he was leaving and going to the bathroom. “are you ok?” I asked him, and to my surprise, he confessed that he had been throwing up all night, and told no one. So, Seth went home. The next morning I woke up to chaos. My entire family were heaving and puking. It was rare for someone to go ten minutes without hearing someone else in the bathroom throwing up again. Lucky for me, I have a killer immune system, and I didn’t get sick until the next day, and only threw up ten times. My sister, who got the worst of it, blew chunks upwards of 40 times in those two days. This will most likely always be my favorite memory of Thanksgiving endeavors.