
I will be starting a four-hundred mile drive at about 2:30 p.m. At the end of that drive, I will get together with family.
The next morning, I will wake-up as a guest in someone else's home as I have many times before at about this time of year. It is something that I have very little control over. It's the way it is for me on Thanksgiving weekend.
For some wacky reason, I will be treated like a visiting dignitary. I will watch football games and I will likely overeat tomorrow. Because of that, such indulgence will require a longer time reading in the bathroom. The conversation at the dinner table will have a certain familiarity to it.
On Friday, in another familiar home’s basement, I will play pool for many hours while more football games are played on the TV screen there. I will consume a copious amount of alcohol and more food during those hours. I will have to listen to sexist/disparaging (but often pathetically funny) speak about wives. I will feel very fortunate about myself after that’s over.
After that session, I will be driven out to a Sabres/Canadiens hockey game and I will consume more cold ethyl. If this gang that I'll be hanging with get lucky, perhaps we'll see a hockey fight at the game and perhaps there will be blood shed. The collective opinion regarding that will be that it was a great game to have been at. After the game, I will drink some more. I will not lie in bed until after midnight.
On Saturday, I will relax in the bedroom that I have been sleeping in. I will lay on my stomach while I hang my head over the edge of the bed and read a book or newspaper laid on the floor. I will do this for a long time. Later, I will watch more football and after drinking some more throughout the day, I will go see my in-laws' semi-pro rock band perform in the late evening.
On Sunday, I expect my ears to be ringing and my voice to be hoarse. I will also drive the four-hundred miles back home.
Woo Hoo! Now, that’s livin’ yo!
Once more unto the breach, Jerry. Once more. When the blast of Thanksgiving weekend blows in my ears, I will imitate the action of the lemming.
It’s my Thanksgiving weekend, AGAIN.
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