Thanksgiving Activites

Here are some things I have done at Thanksgiving time. You may or may not have done any of these things with me at some time in the past. I am not making any recommendations or excuses. It is only that Thanksgiving is a special American holiday that gives rise to its own special circumstances. So let's see what I remember.

• Drink a case of beer, by myself at a party in Chrissy Smathers' basement. Other people also drank their own case of beer.
• Crawl out of bed, down the stairs, and to the television to watch Barry Sanders and the Lions play football. In spite of the worst hangover I ever had to date.
• Play wiffle ball in a small front yard and try not to trip on the curb while attempting to catch a fly ball and hold a beer.
• Have a Trivial Pursuit tournament with a bunch of friends. See who knows the most and who is all talk.
• Eat too many Hors D'oeuvre's and not have enough room for dinner. Then spend the whole next day being hungry and thinking only about the food you didn't eat, which was awesome.
  
• Pondering whether or not it is appropriate to try to get laid on a holiday. Am I that type of person? Really? Can't I just live in the moment once in a while?
• Play football, then watch football, then watch more football, then eat and watch more football.
• Eat Thanksgiving leftovers and watch football the next day.
• Teach and get your friends hooked on Guitar Hero, even after they have all seen the South Park episode making fun of it.
• Sing and play actual guitars around a campfire. It is fun to try and match the words people know with the songs they can actually play.
• Drive from Rochester to Detroit through Canada. Just to make sure it is cold enough.
  
• Eat with 25 of your closest Sicilian-American relatives. This included all the traditional foods as well as Calamari, Pizza, Pasta, and baklava.
  
• Watch a car flip into a ditch while driving back from Detroit through Canada. The road was icy.
• Sit around in your Bachelor pad being hungry and watching the damned Lions play like crap. Only the hungry part is my fault.
• Laundry. No one else in your building is doing theirs that day. Except that weird neighbor lady whose only friend is her mom who lives in a home. She also yells at the TV. "Baloney, aww bullshit." Which gives you uncomfortable prescience about your future, if you stay single forever as well.