My Very Ethnic Thanksgiving

It was lots of fun. There were 30+ people and only three of us were white, and the other two were girlfriends of Persian guys. Okay, one wasn't a girlfriend persay, but rather the bitchy fuck buddy of Cameron's brother Ali, but the net effect was quite the same. I had a great time. They were impressed that I knew who Andy was. Indeed, there were hot Iranian girls there. All I need to do is learn Farsi, my friends. Then my life will be complete. That was of course the one akward part. 90% of the conversation there was carried on in a language of which I have no knowledge. It reminded me of the first time I went to Brazil, when I spoke virtually no Portuguese in my first week and I spent most of my time standing around and nodding. Smiling too. It works out well for me because then I don't have the opportunity to make any asshole comments and everyone thinks I'm a nice guy. And as a further bonus, Cameron's mother sent me home with a whole turkey. Festive music and dancing + beer and jager shots + hot iranian girls + free food and a turkey for the road = one great Thanksgiving.