Thanksgiving at home is never complete without watching the parade in our pajamas, singing along to Alice’s Restaurant with my dad, begging my mom to “sit down for a MINUTE, you cooked enough!”, laughing when all the old people fall asleep on the couch after dinner, etc.
But it is likewise never complete without being 100% obliterated one or two days later in the basement of an old friend’s house. It’s the one time of the year when most of our high school gang (less like the Bloods, more like the Jets in that we like to routinely break into highly choreographed show-stoppers) is reunited. If anything, this anual fiesta is a case against classical conditioning. There’s always a disaster where someone has an enormous emotional/digestive crisis, old feelings are rehashed, new feelings are admitted, we cry and tell everyone we’ll always love them, and we run out of embarrassing things to confess during our 18,567,534th game of Kings. Yet what is the mood going in? BEST NIGHT EVER!
So to gear up for the festivities ahead, I will listen to this on repeat. And you should too. Because it’s an amazing piece of musical and lyrical composition that really speaks to the true meaning of Thanksgiving. We we we are going to have a good time.