Ten Fun Things to Do on Thanksgiving
November 23rd, 2008Oh boy, Thanksgiving is coming soon! That means family and food and fun!
What kind of fun? How about this kind of fun:
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Oh boy, Thanksgiving is coming soon! That means family and food and fun!
What kind of fun? How about this kind of fun:
(read more…)
"After a long, hard day," Sunitha says with a breathy sigh, "there's nothing I like better than to down a good cold one."
She picks up a bottle of Negra Modelo and tosses it back expertly.
"You done good boy," praised Momma Timmy, filling me with a sense of pride only an impressionable youth would feel when commended by an adult. Those were some great years, those high school years.
Well, no. High school sucked. But at least I could hold my liquor. (Praise the public school system!)
I had no idea who she was. I was pretty damn far wasted by the time I saw her, so I wasn't able to make any proper introductions.
My memory, then, isn't going to win points for accuracy. But I'll tell you what I can remember.
It was my first ever alcohol-induced black-out. I'll never forget it. Except for the black-out itself, which, well, I'll never remember.
Game? Do I have game, you ask? Amidst this club, this pounding music, these blinking lights?
No. I do not have game.
"Let's just haul his ass out of bed man," Tom asserted. Tyrone and Eric nodded and followed him into the bedroom. I poured myself another scotch and looked at my watch. It was ten past midnight.
"Kit! Get up!"
Silence.
Here's how it went down. Eric (8 yrs old) and Robbie (7 yrs old), from the groom's side, were the ring bearers. Rachel (4 yrs old) and her little sister (2 yrs old), from the bride's side, were the flower girls.
The two sets of kids didn't mingle much in the beginning. And of course they didn't. At that age, girls and boys have cooties.
You know what amazes me? How there can be so many great single people on an island together with Circumstance being the only thing separating them?
While gaily giggling, the girls stripped to their garters and g-strings. On fluffy pillows they frolicked and pounced. Their teasing touches turned on coy smiles.
"So when do you girls get naked?" I asked.