The more things change, the more things stay the same.
Like virtually every year, the cousins descended to the annual family quasi-Christmas dinner (It’s not always on Xmas Eve, we have Gregorian calendar difficulties, what can I say). However, this time it was at my cousin’s new 4 bedroom home. Very Emily Post; she and her husband played the consummate hostess and host, complete with smoked salmon, lichee cocktails and Vodka Twistee shots. The milky part was good, the strawberry needed some work but the vodka part was alright.
Then there was the coup de gras: a stuffed turkey cooked in a stainless steel oven that probably had more computer processing power than this computer.
The food was excellent, and the new house looked pretty nice (yes, even the neat trick they did with the temporary blinds!).
After dinner, we sat down to yet another family tradition: poker. In the past, I used to be the first man out. This year, I beat out almost a dozen folks to emerge with the second place prize: a magarita and daquiri mixing kit.
The more things stay the same, the more things change,