Barbs, Marc, and I just threw an amazing Thanksgiving party--I'm pretty sure it's the best Thanksgiving I had, even though I was thousands of miles away from my family and most of my friends. The party was a huge success! Everyone had so much fun, and it was just such a nice big crowd of people who came even though we sent out invitations like 5 days before :p
The best part was being a co-host with Barbs and Marc. I really feel part of their family now, like I'm the random good friend who just happens to live and mooch off them. We stayed up until 1 am yesterday, planning games (and realizing that racing to eat a dry cracker on a string was not fun), dying tshirts with coffee, listening to "Gettin' Jiggy With It," and giggling of course. And this morning we woke up at 8 am to run around like crazy to buy the turkey, make mashed potatoes with spinach, green beans and caramelized onions, making pilgrim costumes, and giggling some more.
And the party was so fun, rushing around and playing hostess, being busy in the kitchen to avoid socialization when necessary, but then talking to wonderful people, drinking champagne and forgetting to eat, awarding people prizes of nose hair trimmers and pink ice cube trays, slapping cards during 10 rounds of intense Uno with surprisingly fun people, and ending the night chatting with Barbs about everything and anything in hoarse voices as Marc dozed on the couch.
I can't believe they're leaving in 14 days. I don't think it's Belgium that I miss already, but Barbs and this family.
This is what home feels like.
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