November 20, 2011

  • Friendsgiving

    Every year the Saturday before Thanksgiving, my friends and I have a huge Thanksgiving. We started in 1999 in a two bedroom apartment with somewhere around 11-13 people. In the years since we have gotten bigger in every aspect. The next year we moved it to my house. After a few more years we moved it to another friend's house; actually the same couple who hosted it in the apartment. About five years ago we outgrew any house. Yet we still had it at the same house. This year we decided to rent out another couple's clubhouse. Oh, and we were expecting 46 people. How's that for growth?

    The plan was for some of us to meet up there at 4:30 so we could set up. My brother and I were driving together. He made ravioli which was in a bowl and the gravy (or as you non Italians call "sauce") was in a crockpot which was in my trunk. Well you might know where this is going. We got to the damn clubhouse, open the trunk only to find that the lid had come off the crockpot and spilled gravy and one meatball over a good portion of the trunk of my brand new car. I was PISSED.

    The rest of the night was great. We wound up having "only" 40 people. The whole thing wound up being almost like a wedding, complete with a couple of speeches/toasts, a conga line and some kick ass food. I had bought a hat (it was supposed to be a fedora but was not) specifically for this night. Yeah, I looked pompous and kinda ridiculous in the thing, but it wound up being the hit of the party. Most of the girls and kids wound up wearing it at least for part of the night. And at the end of the night, I let one of the little girls keep it.

    By the end of the night I was good and drunk on quite a bit of wine. I was so drunk that I was kind of oblivious to everybody packing up and leaving; so much that I didn't do a damn thing to help. I really feel bad about this; it makes me feel selfish, self centered and self involved. But, as my brother told me, it was probably best that I didn't help as he put it, I was so drunk I could barely stand. And to add to my feeling of self centeredness, I had the worst case of drunk ADD I've ever had. The whole night I could not maintain a conversation with anybody for longer then what seemed to be a few seconds. Same with eating. I'd take a few bites and up I would go. I remember much of the night, but at the same time it all moved so fast that it was like blur.

    Then this morning I woke up wide awake at like 10 to fucking 6 in the morning. I had a pounding headache, was thirsty as fuck and needed to get my contacts out. And for some reason, in spite of having a nasty hangover, somehow I was also horny as fuck. And it took me almost two hours to fall back to sleep. Go figure.