Thanksgiving Recap
How can you be a linguist if you’re only speaking English? You can’t. That’s why I am studying French, and singing German drinking songs. Because I want to be a linguist.
In other news, we make thanksgiving party! While most college age rats flew home to have a dinner with Ma and Pa, the transient skiers of North America converged on the Dumont home for the annual Thanksgiving feast. Jim the lizard was the lone, non-human organism on site for the event, however in a close second was Jackson Wells, whose antics have proven increasingly comical, while his recent growth from 4’0″ to 5’8″ seems quite profound for even the most audacious of Southern Hemispherian homosapiens.
Furthermore. There was a feast to please Vikings on the dual Coloradan tables, and a bonfire with wood chopping games as well. The fire itself was well managed and eventually surfed by Colby James West, while Canadians Justin Dorey, Matt Margetts, and Mike Riddle stood by, no doubt thinking, “I remember my first beer” or “So, this is America huh!? I like it!” or “I wish these Americans could see my Dad do this, he’s the greatest.”
Regardless it was grand! The meal was top notch thanks to a studious effort by Barbara Dumont, Peter, Charlie, Meg, Simon, Jersey Mike, and myself. 3-4 turkeys, 40 lbs of mashed potatoes, and everything else you can imagine.
Of course, the pinnacle of the evening for a guy like me was certainly the pre-meal speeches. Every year we pass a few bottles around the tables and each person gets a shot and an “I’m thankful for…” speech. It’s amazing.
Till next time…..
-Dr. Luke Van Valin (impending linguist)
Joel Richard-Allen Chase December 11, 2011 at 9:42 am
Luke,
Glorious introduction followed by a fabulous, yet classy climax of the description of food that was presented by the household. With an insider ear of previous years of THANKSgiving, at the dumont residence, I hope that cornhole was slayed, and adult beverages were consumed. I still hold you to a TREBUCHET contest where we shall appear in a early sunlight cast over a foggy mist in the forest of great red pine. AND we shall prevail, as winners of the contest that have been brought upon our fearless faces. Till then, Sire Luke of Van Valin.
Sir, Joel Richard-Allen of Chase