Thanksgiving with Kick this year meant Mr. A and I hosting, in our not over-large hole in the wall, both sets of new grandparents, my sister, some wonderful friends of ours and their daughter. I abandoned the idea of a traditional sit-down dinner, laid out all the food buffet-style, told everybody to eat whenever and get their own damn beer. I will never be an official grown-up.
It was hardly the most we’ve ever had in this house, though. For our 10th anniversary we crammed I think 30 in here, with most of the food/booze happening out on our tiny back deck.
What’s the largest number of people you’ve ever had over?
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