So for as far back as I can remember my family used to go to Vegas for Thanksgiving week. We'd leave the weekend before, stay until Wednesday, then head down to San Diego to spend actual Thanksgiving with the 619 fambam.
Of course the night before Thanksgiving my dad would bring us to Carnival World Buffet, ensuring that we forever would be the ones who must have something wrong with them because we wouldn't eat the next night at Thanksgiving dinner.
You know how it is with us brown people. Someone comes to your house, you offer them food, they eat food..or they just ain't quite right. Well, I'm sure our SoCal family always talked behind our backs about how we just weren't quite right. Little did they know that the night before our dad was making sure that we got every pennie's worth at one of the original *high end* buffets to hit the scene.
Oh the memories of having to stuff that one last shrimp in my mouth and chew on it until it became a pile of flavorless mush just swishing around from cheek to cheek. Ugh! Of course at that age you just can't appreciate the food to dollar value that a place like Carnival presents. What do kids know? They are stupid.