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Thanksgiving.  A day of giving thanks for the ones you love.  Or not.  In my family, Thanksgiving (and most holidays that involve big get togethers) is about proving your right about something while shouting for someone to pass the mashed potatoes.  It actually got so bad that my aunt had to insist on specific rules in regards to topics of conversation.  We were not allowed to talk about religion, politics, work, school, or pretty much anything that could possibly result in a loud argument.  Thankfully (hahaha), we never got so loud that the neighbors had to call the police on us.

When choosing today’s video of the day, I wanted something that symbolizes what Thanksgiving is supposed to be about, so I decided on a scene from my favorite episode of Dawson’s Creek–A Weekend in the Country.  This is not a Thanksgiving episode, but it is all about being there for the ones you love and spending time together.  The plot of the episode involves the opening of Joey and Bessie’s B&B.  Pacey, trying to help the sisters, invites a travel writer to the B&B, but doesn’t tell them until he’s already done it.  The problem is that they have no guests at the inn and the breakfast part of Bed and Breakfast wasn’t exactly edible, so Pacey gets their friends to pretend to be guests for the weekend.  The best part of the episode is when they’re all sitting around the fire and talking about their favorite scents and the memories they evoke.

I tried to get just that scene, but it wasn’t online anywhere, so the above video is the entire episode, courtesy of Daily Motion.  If you want to skip to that scene, start the video at the 24 minute mark, but I suggest also catching the scene after it where they dance in the kitchen (an homage to The Big Chill because there has to be a movie reference in an episode of Dawson’s Creek).

I just want to wish everyone reading this a very Happy Thanksgiving because I am thankful for all of you.  Without you reading this, there wouldn’t be a point to me sitting here right now.   Also, as you’re gathered around your turkeys or lasagnas (if you’re Italian like me), please spend a moment being grateful for the fact that the Native Americans didn’t try to build a wall or spread fear of the evil white man with their one god and weird buckles on everything because if they did, we’d be in a very different place–namely, whichever European countries we came from originally.

Elizabeth

Romance novels have been a part of my life since I was 14 years old and one of my neighbors dropped off a laundry basket full of Harlequins. From that day on, my nose was always in a book. I started my first review site in 2013, but took some time off for personal issues in 2018.

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