Have you ever had an adventure at Thanksgiving or Christmas?

Question

For example, I once hiked into Grand Canyon one Christmas Eve day, and a few miles down the trail (the Hance Trail) we camped. The next morning, Christmas, we were hit with a blizzard, and had to hike our way back out in a blowing snowstorm. It was awesome, and I got some great photography.
Another Christmas we explored the ghost towns of western Nevada, and that Christmas Eve I won $20 on the nickel poker machine!
Share your adventures...!

Hey, Kennyboy, my prayers are going out to you. I am homeless this year myself, and I'm fighting AIDS. But, even being homeless here in the U.S. has still got to be better than what some folks in Africa or the Middle East are dealing with.

Big T I seem to recall getting pretty stoned on more than one holiday, myself! In fact, I think I'll smoke a bowl right now!!!

Answer 1

I spent one Christmas Eve, into Christmas morning, at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in NYC. A street musician was there with his guitar. Around 50 of us sang Christmas Carols and Beatles songs. It was really cool.

Answer 2

Yeah, my brother in law and I were sent to the store to get something I can't remember what, anyway, we ran into this guy he knew and smoked a little green. It was so good that we forgot what we were doing and started driving around and got lost and did we catch hell when we got back! Like two hours later,all stoned, it was Thanksgiving I think. Thanks for making me remember life's funny memories.

Answer 3

Yep, the first time I had to cook for 23 people on Thanksgiving!
Now that was an adventure.......
Hey.....God Bless Us all....Everyone!

Answer 4

i had my son on christmas. what an adventure that was. at least the drugs were good and i got what i always wanted; a mini me.

Answer 5

In 11 years of marriage, we had never traveled during the holidays before.

We decided to spend Christmas of 1997 with my husband's beloved grandmother in Mexico. When we got there (after 2 1/2 days of driving with the kids), we learned that Abuela's mind had gone to the point where she no longer knew us. She demanded (in a very agitated manner) for the maid to tell her who these "gringos" were and what they were doing in her house. My husband's heart was broken.

We wound up staying in a guest house belonging to my husband's uncle. There was no heat, we were at over 7,000 ft. elevation, and it was the coldest winter on record. Still, we were determined to pile on the blankets and have a good time. Then, my husband caught hepatitis. We got him treatment from a pretty good doctor, but our departure was delayed by two days (in the frigid guest house) because he was too sick to travel. Not only that, but my daughter caught another bug during the delay and had to be treated for a 102-degree fever.

Instead of our scheduled ride back to the States, we wound up catching the bus. It was a 1st class bus, and it was pleasant--until the driver thought a slasher movie was the thing to show his passengers. It took a near-mutiny by all of us passengers(almost all families with small children) to get the driver to turn the movie off. He thought he was punishing us by refusing to put on another movie--he wasn't.

Then we got back to the states and our own car--we were SO happy! It was New Year's Eve. We drove just far enough to get past the first major city, then stopped to spend the night. Then trouble hit again. When my husband woke up New Years' Day to take his medication, he realized that he (and my daughter also) had been shorted by the Mexican pharmacy by a week's supply. I frantically searched my HMO card for any way to find out what to do. How I managed to get hold of a live person that day is still beyond me. On her instructions, we found the nearest Emergency room and settled down for what we thought would be a long wait.

The first thing I needed to do once check-in was complete was to change the diaper of my 23-month old son. We went to the rest room and I pulled down the wall-mounted changing table and I put my son on it. The moment I let go of my son, the table collapsed, sending my son on a 3-foot fall to the tile floor. He was crying and not bleeding, so I picked him up and went to the admissions desk to tell them what had happened. BOY DID THINGS SPEED UP!!! All of us were whisked to the back--my husband and daughter to be given new precriptions for their medications, my son to be x-rayed. Even so, as we were being whisked back, a maintenance man was charging into the ladies' room armed with a screwdriver to get rid of the faulty table. Because my son had a "thing" about being examined at that age (even by his own pediatrician), it took 9 attempts to get an x-ray that was readable. Fortunately, there was no damage other than a small goose-egg bump on the back of his head. We also discovered that he had caught the same bug as his sister. Although he had shown no symptoms, his temperature was 101. He got antibiotics, too. We assured the hospital that we had no interest in suing them; we just wanted to be taken care of. We never did receive a bill from the hospital, even for the treatment for my husband and daughter.

At that point, we just wanted to get home. I drove for 18 hours straight to get home. We arrived at 2:30 a.m., put the kids to bed, and began to set up their gifts under the tree (we knew better than to take the gifts with us to Mexico, lest they wind up being the gifts for the customs inspectors' kids rather than ours).

At 5:30 a.m., my husband and I collapsed into bed. At 7 a.m. the phone rang. It was my sister-in-law calling my husband to inform him that his grandmother had died the previous day. Needless to say, we did not go to the funeral.

We have also NEVER entertained the notion of traveling during the holidays again!

Answer 6

well this Christmas I'll be homeless, I guess that's going to be an adventure

Answer 7

my adventure is going to my mother in laws house lmao

Answer 8

Surviving my family is an adventure all in itself.

Answer 9

i have not