Even without having had the joy of attending the sanctioned social event known as the high school reunion, I'm certain we've all experienced an evening of similar torture. That evening, of course being Thanksgiving Eve.
All things considered, Thanksgiving Eve should be one of the best nights of the year. (Taking a backseat only to Christmas Eve and my birthday eve.) Copious amounts of food and quality time with family all wrapped up in a 4 day weekend gives me a cozier feeling than my leopard print Snuggie.
And then reality sets in. Everyone you knew in highschool has migrated back to your home town on this one night. Everyone. No matter how far they've gone away to college, or where their job has taken them, they will be occupying the booths and barstools at your local pubs.
I'd argue that as the "biggest bar night of the year," the night before Thanksgiving has become more overrated than New Years Eve and more stressful than a high school reunion.
Not that I don't LOVE to see the people I cut ties with after senior prom, because really, I do.... Even more so when I get to have the "what are you doing with your life" conversation 37 times in a row.
Thanks to someecards who has already sarcastically summed it up,
I can stop blogging and enjoy my early dismissal.
See ya at the bars, bitches.
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