Seventh (lack of) sleep note. A picture and later a post.

[11calls]

[The post that appears first is a picture of poor Cameron Waltz from the Arts party. Where he's crying after his fantastic boyfriend Jeff has just serenaded him in public. Anyone who knows Alex knows that she's not the person who would put it up, and as soon as someone mentions it to her, it comes down and is instead replaced with an audio post.]

Yeah, sorry about that. [She assumes people 1. know that she wasn't the one who did it and 2. that the person who did it is gonna hear holy hell for it. Hear holy hell and also do penance which is what the rest of this post is about.]

While I've been living in America since college, I'm definitely a Canadian at heart. And in Canada, we have a proper Thanksgiving Holiday while America is celebrating Columbus day. [Yeah, the distaste in her voice for that "holiday" is totally palpable.] And before anyone makes a crack about copying America, our Thanksgiving started in 1578 and was made an official government holiday in 1879. For Americans playing along at home, that's 50 years before Plymouth Rock, and something like 90 before it became a federal holiday in America.

So, I'm inviting people to stop by tomorrow for turkey and stuffing and all the stuff that goes along with a proper Canadian Thanksgiving. We're not going to do a sit down dinner, not really, given that it's a Monday, but we're gonna have food and proper pumpkin pie which is not custardy and Nanaimo bars which are. I'm making them. I'm making them right now actually but don't worry, I've been making them since I was like ten. It's the only thing I can make other than coffee.

[Literally the only thing, because Alex burns toast.]

Comments

[indigobird]

I'm willing to eat anything, so whatever you want to put in it, go forth.

Oh, right, so I heard there's a sort of unspoken thing where if someone invites you over to dinner you're supposed to offer to bring something? Like wine or dessert? Should I bring anything?

[11calls]

You can if you want but you definitely don’t have to! We’re going to have plenty of food.

[Even if it’s take out. Wouldn’t be the first thanksgiving it happened at, probably won’t be the last.]

[indigobird]

I can bring some wine then. There's plenty of it in this house.

[You know it's a house populated with Thedosians when it's got the best stocked wine cellar in the quarantine.]

[11calls]

Definitely raid some of the stash. Dorian won’t mind. I’ll make sure he’s got some of the good scotch.

[indigobird]

Oh I absolutely will. Especially if he's coming to this thing, because if I dare to bring anything that's not ridiculously high end he'll complain the entire night. While drinking it.

[11calls]

Well of course. He is Dorian after all. He couldn’t help but be anything else.

[And that makes her give a real laugh. It releases some of the coiled tension in her chest and she's grateful for that.]

[indigobird]

I suppose it's part of his charm. Along with the snobbery and high-brow ridiculous tastes.

[It's said with a mix of fondness and exasperation.]

[11calls]

[That makes her laugh even harder, she can't help it.]

Don't forget the excellent sense of fashion!

[indigobird]

Oh yes, how could I ever forget? He turns his nose every time I walk around in those sweatpants.

[They might look terribly but they're comfy!!]

[11calls]

I wore nice jeans one time and I thought he was going to disown me!

[indigobird]

And it was probably for something horribly common, like going shopping or out to eat I bet.

[11calls]

Going out drinking, actually.

[indigobird]

And it's even more ridiculous than I anticipated. I don't suppose it was one of those... what do they call it, lounges? The fancy places?

[11calls]

Yep! And they were nice jeans! What I'd probably wear to go clubbing at home if I wasn't looking to pick someone up.