Today I thought I’d eat a turkey, cranberry, and stuffing sandwich and watch Thankskilling on Netflix. Not only do I love Eva Halloween for keeping Halloween alive all year, I also love her for introducing me to this movie. Even if I don’t like it – I love the idea of watching it on Thanksgiving. This doesn’t mean I’m not grateful for stuff.
But I might get to hang out with my dear friend and her mom instead. I’m grateful for that. She came to the rescue five years ago on X-mas when I had nothing going on. While not a fan of Thanksgiving and X-mas, I do usually visit relatives.
Five years ago on X-mas I went to this friend’s house and had the X-mas of the century. It involved Bloody Marys. Stupid me topped those off with antihistamine because of my allergy to the dog and had to be ‘walked’ home. At least I remembered it all – oh wait – no I didn’t. “Did you like the gift that I bought for you?” I asked the next day. “I opened it in front of you. Don’t you remember?” She said.
For the next fifty years, with a little help from my friends, I’m going to piece together all of the events, incidents, and ‘interludes’ that alcohol viciously purloined from me.