Normally on Thanksgiving I write a sickeningly sweet message about all of the people in my life for whom I am thankful. This year, I was “on the go” all day long on Thanksgiving Day, traipsing around New York City and New Jersey, and just never got around to sitting down and writing one.
Three days later, I’m not about to start writing that now. You fools know who you are. No, instead I thought I’d write about the wonderful day I had on Thursday, for which I am very thankful.
We started our day exhausted and (in some cases) hung over, as we’d been out drinking until four o’clock in the morning. The novelty of bars that serve alcohol two hours later than in Charlotte was just too irresistible to those members of our group that have never lived outside the South.
Fortunately, this meant that we were off the hook for doing the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade that morning. Our original plan had been to be up at the crack of dawn to go stake out a spot to watch the parade, and then wait hours for it to start, and hours for it to finish. Our general lack of motivation squashed that plan pretty thoroughly.
Instead, we had a wonderful meal in Hoboken with our friends Walker and Erin. We all had a terrific evening, as the hosts’ friends and members of Walker’s family sat down with our Charlotte group, and our friends Marc and Andrea from Jersey City. It was delightfully social, and Walker made an amazing meal.
A train ride across town brought us to Astoria, where we sat down with Michael and Jono and friends at their new apartment. We’d already been stuffed senseless, but we still had room for a bunch of wine and good conversation. A few hours later, we were all exhausted and ready to collapse, so we dragged ourselves back to the hotel.
All in all, an incredible Thanksgiving day, thanks to our gracious hosts. Walker, Erin, Michael, and Jono, thank you for making it a special day for all of your guests.