some traditions die hard
It has always been a long standing tradition with my girlfriends that Thanksgiving Eve consists of meeting up for drinks (and lots of them...) at our local brew pub and partying the night away. The evening festivities are two fold - catching up with friends that you haven't seen in a long time and consuming enough alcohol that results in a massive hangover, preventing you from pleasantly enjoying the Thanksgiving family events that take place the following day. Good times. However, this is a tradition that my girlfriends and I have slowly been growing out of over the past few years and have finally decided to host a house party this time around. But Thanksgiving Eve has left many drunken memories to savor for years to come...
The brawls. Yes, fights are bound to arise when you pack a bar with 200+ people that is only suited to hold 100. Packed, nonetheless, with people who haven't seen each other for years...high school rivalries, ex-boyfriends (and ex-girlfriends, that is), the "cool crowd" merging with the "punks" or "geeks" that were ignored all those years...all bundled under one roof? They might as well hand boxing gloves out at the door.
The nostalgic conversations. "Remember when...?!" Is the beginning to most conversations for the evening. Most of the time they are fun conversations to have, leaving you in stitches from laughter...and then there are the other memories you would much rather forget.
Seeing the popular girl (or boy) all fat and ugly with two kids at home. This night is no different than your run-of-the-mill reunion - just with all classes before and after you attending and with a whole lot more alcohol. It's always fun to see those people who were too cool for school back in the day...and are so not cool anymore.
The deathly hangovers the next day. No one likes a hangover. But they sure do make for great stories afterwards, don't they? Like the time when my now husband had to pull over on the side of a major highway as we were on our way to his grandparents house for Thanksgiving Day dinner...so I could yack. Oh, he was definitely not happy with me that day. But it sure makes me chuckle when I think back...and I had such a great time the night before!
Oh, the good times I'll be missin' this year...
The brawls. Yes, fights are bound to arise when you pack a bar with 200+ people that is only suited to hold 100. Packed, nonetheless, with people who haven't seen each other for years...high school rivalries, ex-boyfriends (and ex-girlfriends, that is), the "cool crowd" merging with the "punks" or "geeks" that were ignored all those years...all bundled under one roof? They might as well hand boxing gloves out at the door.
The nostalgic conversations. "Remember when...?!" Is the beginning to most conversations for the evening. Most of the time they are fun conversations to have, leaving you in stitches from laughter...and then there are the other memories you would much rather forget.
Seeing the popular girl (or boy) all fat and ugly with two kids at home. This night is no different than your run-of-the-mill reunion - just with all classes before and after you attending and with a whole lot more alcohol. It's always fun to see those people who were too cool for school back in the day...and are so not cool anymore.
The deathly hangovers the next day. No one likes a hangover. But they sure do make for great stories afterwards, don't they? Like the time when my now husband had to pull over on the side of a major highway as we were on our way to his grandparents house for Thanksgiving Day dinner...so I could yack. Oh, he was definitely not happy with me that day. But it sure makes me chuckle when I think back...and I had such a great time the night before!
Oh, the good times I'll be missin' this year...
posted by GoodTimes at 3:11 PM
1 Comments:
This reminds me when I was in college Valentines night didn't mean to end up being "Leave Mona at a strange bar night." But it did happen two years in a row
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