11.23.07
Death…I Mean, Turkey Anyone?
I took the rest of the week off after the catastrophic conversation between Edward and myself. This means I was able to ambush him as soon as he got home.
My tirade went something like this: “Edward! I’m so sorry! I should’ve talked stuff out with you instead of shooting you down! You know how much I love you-”
He interrupted me around that point, which was a blessing because I was about to start blubbering and begging. “Halley, stop. I’m sorry for springing it on you like that to begin with.”
We hugged. “So, we’re still going to your brother’s tomorrow?”
He nodded and I winced. This meant I had to cook a casserole to take there. Thankfully, I had printed out this great looking recipe for a Broccoli casserole. Edward and I took a trip to the little mom-and-pop market near our apartment, grabbing some Chinese on the way back through.
My casserole was a big hit. (thanks Bella for the advice) However, the day at Father Brother’s (that’s what I call Edward’s brother behind his back- sshh- 
) house was as awkward and uncomfortable as family holidays come. They dragged us to the early-morning mass at their church? I don’t know what to call it- Because I’M NOT CATHOLIC! I just sat in the back, gripping Edward’s hand tightly, feeling very uncomfortable. We snuck out the back as it ended, waiting by the car until the rest of the holy rollers came out. I’m not an atheist, and have nothing against anybody’s religion, just don’t force it on me. The rest of the day was filled with football, off-handed comments about how me and Edward were “living in sin,” and me drinking a whole lotta wine and any other alcohol I could get my hands on.
This next bit I am quite ashamed about. We had just finished dinner, and Edward’s adopted dad had made a remark about my clothes. I was wearing a black, knee-length, pencil skirt, a shawl wrap from Burberry over a white turtle-neck, and a pair of Gucci pumps that could be seen as racy I guess. I was dressed to the nines togive a good impression, but he said it made me look like I was showing them all up.
I stood, or rather stumbled, to my feet. “Don’t piss on me just because your son, who isn’t even your son, decided he wasn’t Catholic. I am a good, respectful person (slight giggle there) and love Edward with everything I have.” I stopped to ponder my glass of wine. “It’s not hard to show up you folks anyway, treatin’ us like the trash that the wind blew in. My boss treats me better, and that’s sayin’ something!”
I stormed out, hailing one of the few cabs driving around that evening. Edward ran out behind me and pinned me against the cab. “I love you, babe. Thank you for saying what I should have. Marry me, please.”
I looked into his enormous, blue, puppy-dog eyes and said yes. Hey, I can’t resist the eyes. (plus, I was full of the drink )
We made up, I got a breath-taking ring, and I left my only casserole dish at Father Brother’s house. What a Thanksgiving.
-Halley (future wife of Teddie)
Official First Date
I’ve been working on this post for the past 2 days.
I had to go to the gym today, I ate so much last night.
After a stressful day at the store, one which I spent in my office instant messaging Scott, I came home to Wednesday. She spent the day sleeping on my bed again, so I knew I wouldn’t be bringing Scott back to my place. There is dog hair everywhere! *shudders*
After a speedy shower, I straightened my short, brown hair and dressed to drool. Looking back now, wearing fitted jeans and a tailored button-up shirt was both a good and a bad thing. I padded barefoot down the hall, carrying my cellphone and a bottle of red wine. (barefoot? you gasp- yes… I go everywhere possible barefooted. It’s the disposition of having been raised ten minutes from any other civilization.)
I knocked on his door. When he opened it, I quite possibly might have swayed forward. The man looked great in an expensive suit tailored to his large frame perfectly. He had on that adorable apron again; this time I actually looked at it. It was tan with various old food stains on it and a few new ones.
“What’s for dinner?” I asked as he let me in. I had been smelling something delicious all afternoon.
“Baked Potato Soup.”
I looked at him. “Marry me.”
We laughed and he kissed me. “Not yet.”
My brain and my hormones screamed like teenage girls at a Backstreet Boys concert (ok, Fallout Boy if you are younger than 21). “How was your day?”
He sighed. “It was a bitch, trying to fit everything in before I leave for the holiday. What are your plans for Thanksgiving?”
It was my turn to sigh. “I’m leaving Thursday morning and driving down to my parents’ house in Savannah. Get there just in time for dinner, conversation, and bedtime.”
I opened the wine as he spooned out the soup and garnished it with shredded cheese, bacon, and chooped green onion. “Are you really a chef disguised as a magazine editor?”
He laughed. “No, allrecipes.com is on my favorites list.”
I was still impressed. So impressed that I ate 2 bowls of the stuff. It was a little embarassing, but 1: I hadn’t eat anything but granola bars and coffee all day and 2: it was damn good.
After dinner, we talked as we did the dishes and drank more wine. (he has a wine fridge people!) Somehow, we looked at each other for a moment and ended up kissing on the kitchen floor.
Don’t worry, I’m not THAT easy folks. I stood up and pushed the wine bottle away. We made out like a bunch of teenagers on the couch instead. That was moving a long nicely when Halley called, sobbing into the phone. After I told Scott what was going on, he went into the kitchen, coming out carrying 2 brown paper bags. “Liquor, chocolate ice cream, and leftover cookie dough.”
I hugged him, which turned into another kissing fest. “You might turn out to be a keeper, buddy,” I said before running back to my apartment to put on my shoes and jacket.
Halley’s post covered what happened at her place, so I won’t go over it again. Check back soon for my Thanksgiving Day disasters.
-Lina (the boonies girl)
Thanksgiving Blues
I cant believe that I had to work on Thanksgiving! In the ER no less! Rooms full of bickering families, crying/fussy kids (more than usual that is).
A day full of carving knives, wishbones, heart attacks, and car accidents is definitely why I went with surgery and not the Emergency Room.
By the time I got back to my apartment, Jack was sleeping to the tree lighting thing on the tv. I piled a plate full of turkey, dressing, cornbread, green bean casserole, and grabbed a glass of tea before plopping down in the chair next to him. Some child star was ruining another song that had been sung before she was even thought about, so I muted it and ate in silence. Sweet silence. When I was finished I booted up Jack’s laptop, and started blogging.
I completely forgot to tell about my hot date the other night!! Jack took me on his company’s jet to New York to see his sister and her new baby since they couldn’t fly in this year. Made me want kids. (Jack, if you read this. Yes, we are having kids….sometime.) We ate dinner at their apartment, and Halley is really lucky that we were back in Atlanta in time for her break down. The girl has issues (I love ya babe).
Jack just woke up and wants to show me the true meaning of the Christmas spirit (maybe he’s had a few too many spirits if u catch my meaning). I understand his reasoning though. It is hard to host Thanksgiving for all your family and your fiance’s best friend without her there to back you up.
