Thursday, November 27, 2003
Gobble-Gobble Muthafucka!
...And a Happy Thanksgiving to all.
I'm working all day, which sucks. Thanksgiving is always my favorite holiday...Eating yourself sick, watching a little football, hanging out with the family...And you don't have to buy anyone presents or decorate. At most, you throw a cornucopia on the table and call it a day.
Unfortunately, thanks to my position on the office totem pole - that would be at the very bottom - I haven't spent T-day with my family since I moved to Chicago two years ago. And the shift I pulled this year is noon-6pm, happily excluding me from any dinners that I could have attended (provided any well-meaning friends took pity on me and invited me home with them).
However, after several of the regulars at Elbo begged, and I did my suprisingly effective "Puppy Dog Eyes" trick, the bar management agreed to stay open tonight. So I get to have Thanksgiving with the other barflies. I'm bringing turkey sandwiches.
I still haven't decided if this is a soul-lifting affirmation of how a group of individuals can reach out to each other and form a community of fellowship on a day where everyone can find something to be thankful for...Or if it's the saddest fucking thing ever. I mean, my mom almost cried when I told her I'd be spending Thanksgiving at a bar with a bunch of other lonely and desperate people.
But still, turkey sandwiches, dude! And half-priced drinks.
Guess which one I'm thankful for.
I'm working all day, which sucks. Thanksgiving is always my favorite holiday...Eating yourself sick, watching a little football, hanging out with the family...And you don't have to buy anyone presents or decorate. At most, you throw a cornucopia on the table and call it a day.
Unfortunately, thanks to my position on the office totem pole - that would be at the very bottom - I haven't spent T-day with my family since I moved to Chicago two years ago. And the shift I pulled this year is noon-6pm, happily excluding me from any dinners that I could have attended (provided any well-meaning friends took pity on me and invited me home with them).
However, after several of the regulars at Elbo begged, and I did my suprisingly effective "Puppy Dog Eyes" trick, the bar management agreed to stay open tonight. So I get to have Thanksgiving with the other barflies. I'm bringing turkey sandwiches.
I still haven't decided if this is a soul-lifting affirmation of how a group of individuals can reach out to each other and form a community of fellowship on a day where everyone can find something to be thankful for...Or if it's the saddest fucking thing ever. I mean, my mom almost cried when I told her I'd be spending Thanksgiving at a bar with a bunch of other lonely and desperate people.
But still, turkey sandwiches, dude! And half-priced drinks.
Guess which one I'm thankful for.
# posted by Karla : 3:10 PM
