Happy Thanksgiving Eve Eve!
Or Blackout Wednesday Eve, haha. Yeah, that’s what we called tomorrow when I was in school. People would come home for the holiday, and meet at local bars. (True fact: Fake ids work alot better in small towns, or even the burbs where I grew up.) We’d share high-fives and hugs, trade funny high school stories and you-had-to-be-there college stories, and drink like amateur vets. We’d get absolutely schnockered, and somehow get home to sleep it off. Then wake up too late, but also way too early, to the sounds and smells of Turkey Day.
I honestly don’t know if it’ll be like that anymore, now that I’ve graduated and started working. Hopefully? I fly out in the morning, and my sis is picking me up at the airport, and we have plans to hit a few watering holes later that night. She says that Mom is stressed about dinner b/c Aunt Amazing and Uncle Douchey aren’t getting along, Uncle Whatever is bringing his new gf and her kids, and Gram is bringing her delicious (it’s not, inside joke) jello-mold salad and insisting that the bird goes into the oven at 8 a.m. Not happening, if I have a vote, but game on 🙂
Here’s a quick eleven. The bosses told me that I could post something fun.
Have a great T-Day. I have so much to be thankful for. (For which to be thankful, right Jane?) To my co-workers, thanks for being so nice to noob-me. To my fam, thanks for always being there. And to my homies, thanks for not telling that story about the bonfire from a few years ago. (Preemptive thanks. Please don’t bring that up again, guys. Especially not tomorrow night. It’s really not that hilarious. The hair on my ankles still hasn’t grown back.)