Under The Wagon

…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.

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