In the years I lived in Champaign, Thanksgiving Eve was always the best night to go out. The sorts of people who go out on Thanksgiving Eve can be generally broken into two camps: those who are home for the holiday and happy to be out seeing friends and loved ones, and those who are avoiding either the friends/loved ones or don’t have them to begin with. In short, it’s an ideal night to go out if you want to have one drink with people, or if you want to sit at the end of the bar with your beer and read your book for a while. I miss that.
It’s Thanksgiving Eve here in Alexandria, and our apartment is humming with laundry and dishes and puttering as we get ready for Jason and Sonya to arrive in the wee hours of tomorrow morning. We’ve dispensed with tradition, so tonight we made no pies, prepped no mashed potatoes. Instead, we hit Rustico’s happy hour, where we split a fantastic grilled cheese, then ran a few errands, visited Michigan and Iko (two of our four pet wards for the weekend), and made pumpkin ice cream for dinner #2 over the weekend. Even though it’s been a 3 day work week, it feels like it’s been a loooong 3 days, and I’m delighted for 4 days off.
In the morning I’ll post my list of thanks, probably over my morning cup of coffee for which I’m ALWAYS thankful. What are you thankful for this year?
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Friends and Family and all that goes with those sorts of things.
Oh, and football.