My weirdest Thanksgiving was easily my most recent one, which occurred just a few weeks ago. Reluctantly, my family sat in a car for about six hours for a drive to Montreat, North Carolina. Montreat is a small Christian retreat that my grandmother insisted upon meeting at. Upon arriving at my hotel, I soon realized that my room had no TV and a stunning view of a dirt hill. I thought that the Thanksgiving dinner the next day would, at the least be enjoyable, but I would soon find out that this would not be the case.
The next day at around noon (southern dinner apparently means lunch), my family made it into a line of about 200 people to enter a massive convention center that was changed to be a place to serve the Thanksgiving meal. The food was alright, although the turkey was dry and tasteless, but the desserts were actually exceptional. What wasn't alright was my grandmother, who set up the whole outing, making my sister cry. my sister, who was looking forward to the meal for a solid week, came to the table with a big pile of mashed potatoes, a big pile of stuffing, and a big smile on her face. However, when my grandmother started complaining to my sister about the large plate of food, the smile was replaced with tears. This incident ended up ruining the mood for the rest of the lunch. Thanksgiving 2017 was an event that I'll never forget, but not for good reasons.
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