sucked rocks

That's how I'd describe Thanksgiving Day in the end.
And I just spent 45 minutes writing about it and lost the entry.
Grrr. At least I got stuff off my chest, I suppose.

I think the fairies are trying to make me feel better.
I lost the entry when I was typing "Arlo Guthrie's 'Alice's Restaurant' sure would cheer me up right now"

Summary:

S and I spent the morning and afternoon baking up a storm. Lots of fun.
Invited across the hall neighbor to go to our friends' Barbarian Thanksgiving (tarps everywhere and no one gets utensils)
S said he was leaving if there was a food fight.

Got to friends' house and helped chop veggies.
People put tarps up on the walls and under the tables.
S decided to leave before eating anything. He said to call him when we needed a ride.
*sigh*

A food fight did ensue at one table. People from our table ducked and left the room.
Hostess J and her sister said they were grossed out.
Hostess K left the party for a while and went to her room.

Even though Hostess J said she'd give me a ride home, I called S for a ride.
At this point, I was stuffed, tired, stressed, a little over-peopled and bummed out.

S showed up with a scowl on his face.
Hostess J helped us carry stuff to the car and tried to get a hug from S.
He told her that this was the worst holiday he'd had since he was a kid.

On the car ride home, S apologized for ruining our Thanksgiving.
I told him that even if there hadn't been a food fight, food would have been wasted.
I saw someone throw away an entire plate of food.

I went to bed around 9 because my stomach hurt.

*sigh*

Can I have a do-over please?