Got home and had pie. Grandma overdid the pie-buying—we had apple, lemon meringue, and pumpkin, plus a few slices of pumpkin pie from the restaurant. I don't like apple pie and am not a big fan of lemon meringue, but pumpkin is my second-favorite, so I had a slice with whipped cream and vanilla ice cream.
After that we sat down to play poker, as my family is wont to do. Blake and Dad counted out $500 of chips each. We argued a bit, with Grandpa trying to dictate terms (
okay, we're playing no limits, no wild cards, and we'll do seven of each game in a row) and the rest of us shouting him down—typical stuff. It took a couple hours before Dad and my brother were eliminated simultaneously in a hand with both a side pot and a side pot to the side pot. (My brother had fewer chips going into the hand, so he took last place.) The five remaining people—Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, my sister, and I—traded chips for a while; a little after midnight, Grandma decided we would stop at 12:20.
So the last hand came around. My sister got to call it—Omaha, high-low, largest low is eight. (Omaha is something like Texas Hold'Em, except you get four cards, of which you can choose two, and it's usually played high-low, meaning that the person who can make the best hand splits the pot with the person who can make the worst. However, if nobody can come up with a hand at least as bad as eight high, nobody wins the low—the pot goes only to the high hand.) Mom and Grandpa had the short stacks, but both are shrewd poker players; my sister and Grandma had lots of hundreds. I had slightly fewer chips than I'd started with.
This being the last hand, and knowing that I at least wouldn't end up in fifth, I shed my typically conservative betting practices, becoming CrazyBet!Brent.
Two hunnerd!(CrazyBet!Brent says things funny.) Nobody raised me; my sister and Grandpa dropped out before the end of the hand; I counted out chips to match what Mom had left, but she decided to fold. So it was just Grandma, me, and several hundred "dollars" of chips. I won with $2065 of chips.
Grandma and Grandpa had arranged prizes. My brother got $1; Dad got $3; Mom got $5. I'm not sure what Grandma and Grandpa themselves got. My sister got $20, and I got $40. Whoo.
As we were cleaning up, my sister randomly said
I'm thankful that I don't live in a family where we all have to go around the table saying what we're thankful for.We then spent a few mintues making up random things we're thankful for (
Clearly Grandma is thankful for port).
And then we were hugging and giving them videotapes and taking about books and berating Grandpa's eating habits and saying goodbye.
And that was my Thanksgiving. All that remains are two pieces of legal tender in my wallet and an entire leftover pumpkin pie. I'm looking forward to both of them.
Edit: Oh—Happy Birthday, wizardofkitty!