Thanksgving 2009

We had a lovely Thanksgiving. I hope everybody else did too. My family (Quentin included) and his friend Louis from San Francisco (originally France) and our two dogs drove down to Valencia to have Thanksgiving at my aunt's house. Unfortunately two of the families that are usually here were seeing their significant other's families this year, but they will be showing up today. 

We had all the normal foods, but it was sooooo good. Mmm. Turkey and mashed potatoes and sweet potato casserole with pecans and green bean casserole (with imitation sour cream for yours truly!) and rolls and deelicious gravy. Our family actually eats special occasion "dinners" at about one o'clock. (And then leftovers for dinner, mmm.) 

I sat at the "kids" table with Troy, Quentin, and Louis. Troy and I chatted in Pig Latin whenever the boys broke out too much French. 

Then the fun started! We played Guitar Hero for a loong time. The French boys had never played it before, but they got good pretty quickly. I kept trying to earn the song "Suck My Kiss" by Red-Hot Chili Peppers. I love that song. (Nick and I played Guitar Hero for ages when we first started dating (and before) and that was the one song I could almost sometimes beat him in. 

After Quentin got tired of playing, we went outside and played an impromptu and no-rules game of basketball. There was a lot of arm grabbing to stop people from scoring. It was the Symington's vs. the French Boys. We played a game of HORSE and then another basketball game. (Hey! Guess what! I can actually shoot pretty well! I can't dribble or steal worth crap but I can shoot! Mwahahaha.) 

After we were all exhausted we went back inside and played more Guitar Hero. Okay, it was more like the French boys played Guitar Hero and Katie did homework while listening and occasionally played. AND! AND! We finally earned Suck My Kiss! I was so excited! 

And then Quentin and I went back outside and played more basketball in the dark. This was the most exercise I think I have gotten in, like, years. Which is sad.

Anyhoo, it was a very fun day. My stomach didn't bother me that much once we started to have fun, but it wasn't great in the morning. And now I need to get up and clean off the couch (my make-shift bed) so we can go to Magic Mountain. Woo!

Frenchie

Quentin discovered the joys of photobooth a few weeks ago! He has a pretty good sense of humor. (He doesn't know that I'm posting these, so we'll see how well that humor holds up when he does see). ^_-

His English is much improved from when he first came here: he gets jokes, he can be sarcastic, he uses slang, and he is getting better at watching movies in English instead of wanting to watch them in French. (Interesting side-note: did you know that the French audio uses "merde" for every single bad word?) 

He still doesn't pronounce "h" very much, and he calls our dog Kali "Kari" and Nick is "Nicky" my name instead of Katie is a cross between "Kitty" and "Kahty", but I think that it's funny and that he shouldn't change it. 

And here he is giving the French cheek kiss! (Not really, but it goes along with this being the end of the post.) He actually didn't do that when we first met him, because he's trying to be American, but his French friend Louis stayed the weekend and did the cheek kisses (I totally didn't know he was going to, and ignored him for a sec, but then was like oh! oops! okay.) 

And I'm babbling. 

Kiss kiss!