I don't know what the hell I was so angsty about earlier - that was easy as hell!
Shortly after arriving, I was helping his mom get the food ready and rather than die of anticipation, I just came right out with it and asked what they were planning to do for turkey day (as if I didn't already know, but there are subtle rules you have to play with these delicate matters). She said, "Going to George's family; y'all should come with us!"
Cue me going into my story.
Cue her getting kind of quiet for a minute, in obvious disappointment.
Cue me starting to talk really fast about getting together with her to go Christmas shopping and her suggesting next Saturday. To which I happily agreed. A very small price to pay to get out of Thanksgiving.
NOW I can relax a little and start to plan what to cook. I've been asking everybody I know what their menu is in hopes I'd soon also have a menu of my own.
The only sad part is now Brian does feel bad, for real.
But then, he's a better person than I am, so I'm used to it.