Happy Thanksgiving, Pajibans.
This is one of the rare times of year when I’m actually in a consistently good mood. A dirty little secret: I love the holidays. I come from a large extended family, so I grew up with huge gatherings, tons of food, copious amounts of drinking, the whole nine. And I love every fucking bit of it.
While Christmas is easily my favorite, Thanksgiving is a close second. It’s one of those days that forces families to get together, and while that can frequently be a pain in the ass, I genuinely enjoy it. Plus, who doesn’t love stuffing their face full of turkey until they want to barf? Communists and kitten-rapists, that’s who. We’re actually at a tolerable time of the season — I don’t have spend all goddamn weekend raking leaves anymore, and we still get some decent weather before New England decides to shit on its residents with below-freezing temperatures and a billion feet of snow. It’s football season, basketball season, and hockey season (for you Canadians who don’t have real sports). I don’t have to worry about friggin’ melting every time I step outside. Halloween, one of my least favorite days, is behind us.
This time of year kind of kicks ass, is what I’m saying.
I don’t have much family in this country anymore — my parents are in South Africa, and my sister is currently on the west coast, but I’ve got a bitchin’ group of friends that Mrs. TK and I get together with to celebrate. Plus, I’ve got Friday off, which means while those of you slugs who are forced to work that day are stumbling through your job in a post-Turkey Day stupor, I’ll be on day two of a four day weekend. Suck on that.
So goddamnit, I’m happy this time of year, and I don’t give a shit how cold it is.
And thus, I give you this as my gift. Don’t expect my good mood to last, but enjoy it while you can.
Fuck you and yours.