Thanksgiving 2010 may go down in history as the Thanksgiving when Brad and Ricky overdid it, even by Brad & Ricky’s over-the-top standards.
We started the day by loading up 6 bottles of wine into Ricky’s sexy SUV: 3 white and 3 red. Since we’d be enjoying dinner at my sister’s house, this was an opportunity to let the kids try some different types of wine to develop a perspective on what they actually prefer. (For example, I just don’t like many reds, especially merlot, although I know I’m supposed to. I like a pinot grigio as well as a riesling, although it can sometimes be too sweet, even by my standards. Hate hate hate chardonnay.Â Just don’t know a thing about brands or countries of origin. Don’t really care. I’m a bad vino homo.)
And we went to my sisters home, where we had an eight course dinner of Ricky caliber, with my mom, my sister and her ‘boyfriend’ of several years, my son Peter, and Ricky and I. Everyone else had various obligations: niece and nephew at their other parent’s home, mother’s gentleman caller at his daughter’s in Minneapolis, Jan tied up with her work and college in Minneapolis. So, we scrapped the wine tasting agenda and settled into a wine drinking agenda.
Then we returned to Fargo where we hosted Ricky’s kids Greg and Marsha, as well as Greg’s wife and our grandbabbies Bobby and Cindy; for a late afternoon snack.
Then it was off to an evening get-together with some other couples. In gay-world, this was an ‘after-party’ where friends get together to have a cocktail and gossip about the party(s) we’d just attended, even though Ricky and I were the only same gender couple in attendance, and the parties gossiped about were various Thanksgiving dinners.
And as I mentally recapped the day, I though about all the fuss surrounding “Family Values” and how the gays are supposedly destroying American families.
I thought about the day we’d just experienced. In not one instance was a single one of the three family gatherings we enjoyed reflective of a Norman Rockwell painting. Yet each gathering included ‘family’ that we love dearly and who loves us dearly.
Then I though of the arrogance of the “Family Values” contingent. The folks that insist that unless all families look exactly like what they say a family should look like; they’re really not a family.
Today’s Gay Agenda: At the top of the listÂ of “Things I’m Thankful For”. My family. All of them.