For Thanksgiving 2018, Williams Manor accommodated 24 people at one gorgeous table set up by my wife Christina
And yes, those were Christmas decorations you saw…we deck the hall with bows of holly for Thanksgiving (because Thanksgiving decorations are stupid and ugly)
However, less than 48 hours prior to Thanksgiving, the Manor was in chaos as we tried to get things done. Even Scout the Lab was not having it
In the end, we got up the basic gist of what we wanted in order to convey the season upon us
We wound up putting the dinner table upstairs so of course a well-garlanned staircase was a must
Soon, the interlopers…err…I mean guests, started arriving including RAD security chief Pat, sporting his new found facial hair, and Dawn’s husband Gary
A photo from the future…instead of this being as it is now, my dad and Brandon, this will be me and Brandon in a few years…
Meanwhile, Maestro is unimpressed
As the guests arrived, we had charcuterie trays, caprese balls, and other appetizers ready to go for all to enjoy
Also joining us this year was Robert from the Smoke Junction café (and his dopey Dallas Cowboys Jersey)…did Pat lose some hair below his lip?
Brandon and Mrs. Brandon
Our friends Tony and Carolyn who travelled from Nevada to pose for this picture that makes them appear much less fun than they really are
The birds (and ham) are ready and time to line up the carvers and get started!
Everything got labeled and served up for all to help themselves!
I made 4 turkeys and a ham, but only 3 turkeys got served because one just wasn’t up to my standards. We still had plenty
Yes…Dawn was there…and drunk on Tahoe Blue dirty martinis
OK…everyone has their plates ready to go with turkey, ham, potatoes, dressing, broccoli casserole and gravy!
Time to eat!
Phil from Longhorn Meats was one of the many to enjoy the meal…
After dinner, the drinks started flowing and Pat seemed to take on a different look as the night went on…
Time for the dogs to get spoiled…
Sweet Nellie…such a ham
What the hell is going on with him?
Brandon and I were very excited to try the special bottle of Jameson that “Ben the Cripple” brought us all the way from Ireland…
…and then we tasted it…KIDDING!!!!! It was actually amazing
And then things like this started happening and you knew the night was now spiraling into what we call “did you call your Uber” mode…
And this is how Pat ended the night…you tell me…
As for my wife, Christina, who hasn’t been pictured once, because we were so busy entertaining, she and I spent the weekend doing basically this. All totally worth it!