The Story Wherein Kelsey Does Not Ruin Thanksgiving

Wednesday was the first day of Thanksgiving break. The plan was to go to Kels's house to help her pack some things and then go back to my place to be picked up by Mom and Rachel. Since I am writing this in my blog and since you have no doubt grown accustomed to my story set-ups, you already know that the plan did not quite work as expected. In fact, so many things went wrong that it almost seemed right.

First, Kels locked her car keys and house keys in her house. Also in her house were my keys to my house that I had forgotten. Everything was alright, though, because her landlord was just fifteen minutes away and said he would be able to come back because his work had not started yet. Kelsey went to go sit behind her house and wait. Because she was raised in Virginia and is polite, she texted him to advise him of her location:

"Waiting in back of house. Head hung in shame."

He texted back "No problem."

Twenty minutes later, Kelsey slowly came to the realization that her landlord had thought that she was telling him that she had gotten back in the house and that he had likely turned around and gone back to work. A phone call confirmed this, and her landlord informed her that he could not get off work until 3PM. Kelsey then burst into tears and started repeating the mantra "I killed Thanksgiving" over and over again. She had not, but she kept saying this.

Then- hope! I knew that everyone who had a key to my house (where I had a spare key to Kels's house which I had also forgotten to bring) was gone for break, but I did not know that Noah and given Davia his key to hold while he was gone. This provided a window of opportunity and a plan was hatched.

I took Mom's car with Rach while Mom and Kels stayed at Kels's place and drove to the law center, where Davia was working. Davia came out to give me the key and while looking for a place to pull over I scraped the car against the bumper of a mail truck. Davia helpfully asked me, in all sincerity, why I had hit the truck. I think I said something along the lines of "because that's how this day has decided to go and I'm not going to fight it anymore" but I am not sure she heard me. The truck driver came out and said there was no damage to her bumper at all so I could just go.

So I went back to my place and was shocked when I was able to get in without destroying something or ripping off the door-handle. Got my keys, went back to Kels's place, got her keys out and my keys back, and went on our way.

It was great to be back in Maryland for Thanksgiving. Rachel and I ran four miles on Thanksgiving morning so that we could eat more during the day. Well, that's why I did it, at least.

Friday morning we headed back to DC early because we had tickets to see Jekyll and Hyde at the Kennedy Center starring one of the guys who didn't win American Idol. To be fair to Constantine, he was actually the best part of the show. The show itself left me wondering how any producer ever thought that it would be any good. The plot seems written by a fifth grader:

A doctor wants to get his insane father out of the insane asylum and develops (don't ask how) a serum (don't ask what it's made of) to separate (don't ask how) the evil (don't ask what this means) and the good (this either) from man (don't ask where the evil goes once it is separated). Skipping all animal trials or even illicit volunteer trials, the doctor violates every rule of scientific method that has ever existed and injects himself with what appears to be 50 gallons of phosphorescent liquids that also happen to be conducting electricity (don't ask where THAT comes from). This turns the doctor into a terrible monster who takes a different name and takes his hair out from a ponytail in order to become ENTIRELY UNRECOGNIZABLE to people who have known him for his whole life. The doctor, when he is back to being himself, tells no one what is happening and tries to fix it himself by ordering drugs (don't ask why he knows these drugs will work) from the least efficient apothecary on the planet. Then he turns back into the monster and kills everyone BECAUSE SCIENCE. 

Someone looked at this plot and said "sounds great! But when we make it into a musical, let's be sure that there is only one real full company song so that we can fill the rest of the show with solo pieces because audiences love an entire show filled with nothing but one person singing to and with himself. Right? Right?"

I'm being harsh. It was a fun show, it just didn't make any sense.

On Saturday Kels and I went to see Skyfall, or as I like to call it: Home Alone V: Skyfall, because a large portion of the movie was basically a more violent and realistic interpretation of the home invasion sequence from any Home Alone movie. I enjoyed it.

Today I was able to see Brian and Kay as they passed through on their way up to Philly, and then it was off to work in the library. After the library we celebrated Jeff's birthday with some wine, cheese, chili, and cornbread. We almost celebrated with a tart, but it was moldy so we just sang a sad happy birthday song while Jeff held a moldy tart. We also decorated the Christmas tree, because it is Christmas season now and our house will smell like a pine forest for the next month because that's how Christmas is done.