Assignment 14

My Thanksgivings either happen in two different places: Lubbock, Texas or Lexington, Kentucky. I'd say both places are great places to be for the holiday season, but they're both pretty different. My mom's side of the family lives in good ol' Texas. I love Texas. Even where Lubbock is, which is the Panhandle. If you've ever seen the movie Bernie, I think it describes the Panhandle (and all of Texas) pretty well. "You got your West Texas out there with a bunch of flat ranches. Up north you got them Dallas snobs with their Mercedes. And then you got Houston, the Carcinogenic Coast is what I call it, all the way up to Louisiana. Then down south, San Antonio, that’s where the Tex meets the Mex, like the food. And then in Central Texas you got the People’s Republic of Austin with a bunch of hairy-legged women and liberal fruitcakes. Course, I left out the panhandle and a lot of people do, but…"

Nonetheless, I'd say Lubbock has some of the nicest people in the world. Once on Black Friday, somebody let us have the parking space right in front of the mall, even though they certainly had car dibs first. Only in Lubbock.

Now, in Lexington, things are different. This is my dad's side of the family, aka the Greek side. You and I already know that makes things quite a bit different than in Texas. When we sit down for Thanksgiving dinner, right beside the fried turkey is spanakopita and domades. (Yum!) And don't expect cordial small talk during this dinner. You'll find the conversation will range from some snore-inducing Greek story my grandpa has, to politics, to poop jokes. Basically, Thanksgiving is pretty awesome.