My uncle always listens to Alice's Restaurant Massacre on Thanksgiving. It must be a thing.
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles is about two men (from Chicago, btw), trying to get home for Thanksgiving.
Are there any otherThanksgiving Day movies?
We always listen to Alice's Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie. It's our Thanksgiving Day tradition. Usually me and kellichou kick it because Thanksgiving is really close to our birthday (since we're twins), but since I've been living in Alaska and haven't been able to fly home for Thanksgiving or Christmas in the past 2 years, we just talk on the phone. It's not an adequate substitute for quality time with my Wombie (our pet name for each other... not Wom-by like Wombat, just Wombie).
I had kind of an annoying day. I am pissed because I hate having to do too many things by myself (I think that's a bad omen for trying to become a parent because... dude, how am I going to cope?). I baked my turkey but could NOT find the thermometer that I could've sworn I had purchased, and it ended up later that I didn't bake the turkey long enough. I did the best I could and I could've sworn it was done, but parts of it were still red later. I went to a friend's house for dinner, but she wouldn't let me use her oven because she had too much else to bake, asked me to bake everything at home... so I ended up trying to carry a hot roasted turkey, a bag full of biscuits, aluminum foil, and containers for leftovers, and frikkin' huge casserole dish full o' piping hot sweet potatoes out to my car from my second-floor apartment in this hellish, driving rain. I ended up spilling hot sweet potato juice all down my clothes and had to change. Fuckin' annoying.
I had a really bad dream last night about Thanksgiving...I dreamed that my employer, which normally gives free turkeys to us for the holidays, stiffed me and only gave me a two-pound turkey! It was literally the size of a fetus. I got really mad and stole a 24-pound turkey, and my mom found out and
turned me in for stealing it! I had to pay $150 for the stupid turkey. I tried to bake it and it turned out slightly wrong and overbaked, so in a fit of rage I threw it away. By the time I finally got to my friends' house 's in my dream, everyone had eaten the other turkey she had prepared, and everyone was pissed that I didn't bring one...it also meant that I got no turkey and was hungry.

What a terrible dream!
Anyway, I spent the evening being kind of irritated and mad that I couldn't be at home with my family. I hope I wasn't too terrible a guest at the dinner. Wombie/Kellichou, I miss you and the family a lot. *sniffle* At least "the boys" (Milan and Lennybruce) are sweet and loving.