Thanksgiving

I love holidays and Thanksgiving is one of the best of them in my family. Every year Thanksgiving is held at my house, and usually the whole family from both sides comes over. In the past few years though, we've found that just family and close friends is dull so why not spice it up? (Get it, because it's fall, pumpkin spice, et cetera.) Anyways, anytime my mom is in public, chances are she will meet and befriend someone. The same can't be said about me, but we all have to aspire to something. 

On the note of my mother's popularity in public, we decided that what's the point of making random stranger friends and not inviting them to the biggest holiday we host? That's how we ended up with Dominic. Three years ago, I believe, my parents and I were in Washington D.C. and were at a riverside restaurant where my parents happened to strike up conversation with the man at the table next to us. Said man was Dominic from London. This thirty-something year old man works in the same business as my dad and was looking for a new place to live, of course my father told him that our city is great for their business, not thinking anything of it. A few months later, my dad received an email from Dominic with news that he was coming to Baton Rouge. We were surprised but embraced it and my dad picked him up from the airport. For the next few months he was around all the time, hanging out with my family and paying attention to American culture, he especially is interested in the South. So, my mom invited him to Thanksgiving and he was ecstatic, he had heard us talk about how much fun it was, and our whole family was skeptical to say the least when we told them about our guest. However, everyone loved him and he's come to our Thanksgiving every year since and is a bit of an inside joke among the close family.