But then my parents retired to Arizona, and my father made it clear that if we wanted to see them for the holiday, we'd have to go to Phoenix. Which isn't exactly terrible - compared to rainy and cold in Seattle, sunny and 80 degrees is pretty nice.
As I searched for tickets, I found that the cheapest alternative was to fly out Thanksgiving afternoon. We all agreed that we could celebrate the holiday on Friday. I was very apprehensive that traveling on Thursday was going to be a nightmare, but it was actually quite pleasant.
We stayed in Arizona for five days, and had a great time. We hung out by the lake, and the guys did tons of golfing.
Except now I kind of like traveling on Thanksgiving. There's a built in four days off, so we only have to take two vacation days. We don't have a reason to stay here - my sister and brother have plans with their in-laws, and G's family is busy too. The boys wanted to go to Hawaii, but I almost had a heart attack when I priced airfare.
So instead, guess where we're headed?