So perhaps you are wearing a tank top to your improv troupe’s turkey dinner, ordering Chinese food with your life partner, barbecuing tofu dogs with your hairdresser, or doing Jell-O shots with Grampa (again). Maybe you’re having a family potluck, begging your friend to cook, or hopping random parties. You might be going to a singles mixer, a couples get-together, or to your first finger-food networking soiree. It could be a Meetup meets Myspace gathering, your AA group’s buffet, or this year you’re refusing to partake in another dumb holiday. Even if you’re planning something that actually could be in an L.L. Bean catalog, it’s L.A., and it’s totally OK. Happy Thanksgiving! Tina Dupuy is a stand-up comic and a writer living in Los Angeles. She’s the author of the blog www.sardonicsideshow.com.160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set! AD Quality Auto 360p 720p 1080p Top articles1/5READ MOREBlues bury Kings early with four first-period goals I ask this: Why do all my ideas about Thanksgiving take place in a New England setting? I’ve never lived there. But in my mind’s eye, all the leaves on the trees are colored and the air is just a bit chilled. There’s dark wood molding and a fireplace. The people are sober and plain, yet good looking. Basically, my vision of how this holiday is supposed to look is straight out of an L.L. Bean catalog. But that’s not where I live. Here it’s sunny and 78 degrees. I have a fireplace. In it, you’ll find copies of all my bills and a collection of self-help books that I’ve received as gifts. I’ve never actually lit it – but a girl can dream. There is a certain defiance to any kind of tradition in Los Angeles. It’s a city where there are no dress codes because our celebrities and other important people won’t stand for it. Where the rich are thin and tan, as are the homeless. You can get away with wearing jeans to funerals, weddings and Thanksgiving dinner. But the jury is still out on flip-flops (unless you’re famous). This makes visitors from other parts of the U.S. nuts. “Everything is so casual and informal here,” they whine. Yes, it is. We have our own take on everything out here in California. But I will remind anyone who criticizes L.A. for not adhering to traditions that not adhering to traditions is actually an American tradition. After we gained our independence from England, we nixed all holidays and tried to find our own way. Congress actually met on December 25, 1789. Yeah, it was Christmas, but “who cares – we’re America.” I would argue that defying the status quo is what makes America great, and, on a smaller and more recent scale, Los Angeles. It’s Thanksgiving. The only time of year where the widely consumed sandwich meat, turkey, suddenly has special narcotic properties. The biggest shopping day of the year, the busiest travel day of the year, and the most drunken arguments over why we bother to make sweet potatoes when no one eats them day of the year. All U.S. presidents since Truman have pardoned a turkey as an annual tradition. This year, I heard the turkey’s name is Scooter. Hmm. In the 1600s, there were the pilgrims and their newfound menu of maize and wild bird. But this day of thanks wasn’t an American staple until 1863. In the middle of the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln proclaimed that the last Thursday of November be a national day of Thanksgiving. I won’t mention how a certain actor showed his gratitude. In Los Angeles, it’s a huge annual football day, where as a city we are all reminded that we don’t have our own team. But we have the Lakers!