Worst Thanksgiving?

[flyandski365]

Well, my mom drank herself into the hospital Wednesday afternoon. Drank 1.75L of wine in about 45 minutes and proceeded to vomit until dehydration was a serious concern. My dad spent all night at the hospital with her after just getting back from two weeks in Japan.

Knowing that I would be walking into a shitstorm just based on recent events alone, I advised the GF not to come with me and drove the two hours to Tampa getting periodic updates on the causes for the hospital visit. Fucking unbelievable. Most self-destructive person I've ever encountered... I mean she already was hospitalized for an alcoholism induced bout of pancreatitis earlier this year. We're still not sure where she got the bottle.

Other than being there for my dad, really wished I was in CO with my other two brothers, although the the wild turkey breast my dad and I wrapped in bacon and put on the smoker turned out pretty great. So there's that.

[Soups]

My buddy sent me this text last night. I was dying...

"Jenny's vegan cousin told everyone at dinner that the world would be a much better place without humans and if that means she doesn't exist she would be fine with it. She then threw an entire glass of red wine on her sister when her sister essentially told her to do her part then and kill herself! Happy thanksgiving!"

[hutash]

Not Thanks Giving, but a friend's wife and kid went cross country to her parents for Christmas, so he was alone. Everybody was going on and on about how bad it was to be alone for the holiday, but I was like"Fuck yeah, that sounds great". He agreed.

Drinking beer in your underwear at 9AM...is a happy holiday.

[Danno]

Drinking beer in your underwear at 9AM...is a happy holiday.

WINNING!

[Garth Bimble]

Couldn't really remember a "worst" one so yesterday will probably do. Wife was drunk early, dog was puking all over the house. We were slow cooking the bird in the oven and apparently it auto shut off around 1pm and nobody noticed. This set everything back about 3 hours which meant more drinking/drunkenness. When the turkey was finally done wife put all the sides in the oven but she was so wasted by then she didn't cook them long enough so everything was cold. We finally just said fuck it, she passed out and I put everything in the fridge and went to bed. Should be delicious today though!

[Bunion 2020]

Some of my best were opening days when I worked at Park City and we would cook a full on Thanksgiving dinner at the Summit Patrol station. It had a full kitchen and we would send out made up plates of food to all the satellite stations on the mountain.

One year we were just sitting down to eat when a radio transmission came over the speaker. "General announcement, lift operator at the top of King Con reports smoke and flames from the motor room".

That got everyone's attention.

Worst was visiting relatives and my Mom brought along a canned ham. My uncle (who liked to tip em back) for some reason became enraged by that ham. It made 3 trips out the upstairs windows before he passed out. It was a damn good ham though.

[old goat]

When my son was 3 we drove 6+ hrs to my aunt's house for Thanksgiving.

We were there for 15 minutes, and I had just sat down with a beer, when there was a loud crashing sound from the other room.

I walked around the corner to see my son laying in a pile next to the stairs, knocked out and blood everywhere. He had fallen about 15 ft from the railing upstairs at the top of the stairs. He took the impact to his face on the hardwood floor. I kicked his teeth on the floor that had been knocked out when I walked over to him.

We spent the next 6 hours in the hospital. Plastic surgery to his face, and a sprained wrist.

My autistic cousin had put him on the railing along the top the stairs because hey thought my son would like it. He fell right over after he couldn't hold on anymore.

That changed my son. He had been a really strong swimmer since he was 2....wouldn't go near a pool for a year, and took him 4 years to get to where he had been. He wouldn't go up stairs anywhere for about 6 months. He became fearful of any activity that might hurt him. He's gotten over most, but not all of it after 5 years. He's still reluctant to do anything where he might fall bad. He was the opposite of that before he fell.

When my sons were about 1 and 3 I was adding a second story. Had a roughed in staircase U shaped staircase with no rails. The 1 year old had crawled up the stairs and was on the second story landing looking over the edge and crying. Thank god it wasn't the older one--he would have been like "Watch this".

My worst--in college had a pretty bad trip. You would have thought I'd have learned but the next year did acid again and then found out a paper I thought was due on Monday was due the next day, so instead of having a good time I had to write the paper tripping. Got a B though.

One year my sons brought home a Norwegian exchange student from college. Guy came from some island above the arctic circle. He about shit a brick when he saw the turkey. They don't have birds that big in Norway I guess. We did our Xmas card picture at that dinner. My wife was spending the holiday with her niece in Socal so we photoshopped her into the picture. No one commented on the fact that she had no legs.

[Sirshredalot]

Some of my best were opening days when I worked at Park City and we would cook a full on Thanksgiving dinner at the Summit Patrol station. It had a full kitchen and we would send out made up plates of food to all the satellite stations on the mountain.

One year we were just sitting down to eat when a radio transmission came over the speaker. "General announcement, lift operator at the top of King Con reports smoke and flames from the motor room".

That got everyone's attention.

Worst was visiting relatives and my Mom brought along a canned ham. My uncle (who liked to tip em back) for some reason became enraged by that ham. It made 3 trips out the upstairs windows before he passed out. It was a damn good ham though.

Damn, dude. They actually got the whole hill open for turkey day back then? I haven't seen more than a sad wrod from top of payday down home run since I've been in Utah.

[iceman]

There's been some good Thanksgivings in UT, we had a couple years like 8-10 or so ago that were actually pretty epic pow on a decent base at Soli. Obviously far from the norm but hey. Those years were actually pretty rough, we'd have the whole extended family over, like close to 30 people, cook the whole thing, clean it all up and leave the house at ~4:30 the next morning for a flight, massively hung over. Good times but fucking exhausting.

I remember one time standing in the Cirque at Soli talking to Woodsy while my (maybe 10-year-old) son skied down and jumped off this rock, when he landed he literally disappeared, totally submerged in deep fluff that had piled up down there. Definitely a wtf moment when he didn't reappear until we were already skiing down to see what happened...

[Bunion 2020]

Damn, dude. They actually got the whole hill open for turkey day back then? I haven't seen more than a sad wrod from top of payday down home run since I've been in Utah.

Hate to say it but it seemed to snow a lot more back then. My first winter in PC was 83/84. Not hardly a bit of snow until the day after the day after Thanksgiving. It started snowing and didn't quit, pretty much a 54 day storm cycle.

My 1st year patrolling was the next season and we had a ridiculous amount of snow on the ground by about 11-10 and opened most of the mountain on Turkey Day.

Seemed like no matter how much snow was on the ground the company would sit on Jupiter and McConkeys until the week b4 Christmas.

Don't know about now but we were doing America's Opening then and some of those Novembers we would get dumped on for the tail end of the race. The year Craig Badami was killed it must have snowed 30" the last day of the races and we opened nearly everything the next 3 days.

When the Heli he was riding in went down I had just come in from ski checking lower Single Jack in about waist deep conditions. I kicked a friend out of the dispatch seat with directions to "go check out my tracks". 5 Minutes later the call came in that a Helicopter had crashed in the parking lot by 3 Kings.

[idahospud]

One year my sons brought home a Norwegian exchange student from college.

Really thought that might go in a different direction than it did.

[I've seen black diamonds!]

My worst--in college had a pretty bad trip. You would have thought I'd have learned but the next year did acid again and then found out a paper I thought was due on Monday was due the next day, so instead of having a good time I had to write the paper tripping. Got a B though.

I made that mistake once. I got a C-.

[Jax]

I was 9 years old. We were headed to grandmas for turkey, but I didn't understand why my childhood dog, Bridget, my best friend of 9 years couldn't come with us for the three day trip. Mom said they were boarding her at a kennel.

I remember hugging her goodbye.

Well then I get word on Tgiving that i won't be seeing Bridget ever again. She died.

About twenty years later I found out that Bridget had gotten into rat poisoning about 6 months or so before she died. She had developed an aggressive cancer from the poisoning. That wasn't a kennel mom took her to...

[iceman]

Classic Thanksgiving quote of all time goes to my younger brother, tripping, at Thanksgiving dinner: "Careful, Dad, the turkey's melting!"

[Aldo]

Dad of course continued to carve without batting an eye I'm sure, something tells me he'd heard it all.

[iceman]

He did, actually. There was really deep silence for about 15 seconds and then everyone just picked up where they left off like nothing happened.

[Bobcat Sig]

This year about tops the list. After spending a fuck ton of money to move back home to my native Oregon, my mother -who for the last two decades, never missed an opportunity to lament the fact I was unable to come home for the holidays- up and goes off to Thailand for a month with her new man-friend. My brother, and partner in crime, leaves and goes to visit in Thailand. This leaves my new wife to invite her mother, whom she cannot stand, ignore her for the last two days, while I get to entertain her. And listen to her hack and wheeze and cough with whatever chest cold she has. Awesome. The mother-in-law has the personality of cardboard, with just enough passive-aggressiveness to make you want to kill yourself.

I now understand why the holidays fucking blow and people drink so much. I'm currently enjoying a tall glass of Forged Oak bourbon to numb the rad ass fight that I'm now in with my wife because she can't be bothered to spend any time with her mother, whom she invited up.

Happy were the days when I didn't travel and skied Thanksgiving and the whole weekend and drank beers with my friends. Life was good. Fuck this noise.

[54-46]

20 years ago on Thanksgiving I had my very last conversation with my mom. She was dying of breast cancer and the end was near. She gave me shit about how mediocre my Thanksgiving meal was, and we laughed about it. She fell asleep right after that, never woke up, and died two days later.

[old goat]

Another bad one--my wife came down with hepatitis A 6 weeks after we got back from New Orleans and the day before Thanksgiving. First time I did it all myself, but not the last. If it were up to me I'd make a pot of gumbo or gypsy stew or chile verde but the fans insist on turkey so turkey it is. We live dangerously--165 degrees max. So far so good.

[Garth Bimble]

This isn't the exact quote, sorry but I think it applies: "It's Thanksgiving, and we're all in misery". Hang in there guys, it's only a month until Xmas.

[MMP]

He did, actually. There was really deep silence for about 15 seconds and then everyone just picked up where they left off like nothing happened.

It's so nice when people "get it". Wife's aunt's brother in law, 400 lbs of unemployed, 55 year old living with his mom kind of guy, while trying to impress me with stories of dead shows he attended, told me how a guy he was with at a show in Miami was fucking with a deeply tripping person in front of them, like it was funny. I replied "really? What a dick". One of many conversations i killed Thursday.

[Dantheman]

Does the whole weekend count? If it does, this year is definitely my worst:

[Tippster]

Gack!!!!!

[El Chupacabra]

You're supposed to snap the wishbone, not the collarbone.

[Meadow Skipper]

Does the whole weekend count? If it does, this year is definitely my worst:

Damn! Dude, that's gotta hurt!

This thread has exceeded my expectations.