tomorrow is thanksgiving and i’m going to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to go golfing with my dad and my brother. i don’t know why i agreed to go. i don’t like waking up early and i haven’t golfed in years. in fact, it has been so long since i last golfed that my brother took my clubs and i don’t have a set of my own anymore.

oh well. my brother is psyched about it. he has been playing more lately and he is ready to have some friendly competition. my sister was in town over the weekend, so we actually celebrated thanksgiving early this year. that means that there will be no thanksgiving dinner at my parent’s place.

this will be the first thanksgiving that i can recall where i won’t be spending it at my parent’s place. i actually will be spending it with my fiance’s family. i think a few years back it would have been a pretty stressful event to have dinner with the significant other’s family because i would fear that they would just judge me all the time. in my family’s dinners, we never brought anyone home for dinner, so that thought is just weird for me. it isn’t that my family is terribly unfriendly, it’s just that we never brought home our significant others.

this year, my sister and i both brought back our significant others and it was fine. dinner was nice and we all ate a nice dinner. it wasn’t as stressful as i thought it would be and it was just fine. i guess that’s how it is going to be from here on out, though. we’re going to split holiday dinners and the like.