Wherein I Check in Briefly to Tell You That I Can’t Stay.
Frankly, my friends, I was up all night hootin’ and hollerin’, hopped up on turkey gravy and beer.
I was not alone.
Last night was Night One of the beginning of the Misfit Holidays.
Do you have the Misfit Holidays where you are? It’s never too late to start celebrating them you know!
And just a quick word, if I may, on the afore-mentioned turkey gravy. That one word? Fabulous.
Not long ago, I mentioned my desire to be buried (upon my death, of course!) in a Tupperware container full of buffalo sauce (hot sauce and butter).
At this point, I would like to amend that request to turkey gravy.
Yes. I would like to be buried in turkey gravy.
And maybe a little mashed potatoes.
But this isn’t about that! Let’s get back to the holidays.
A Misfit Holiday – in this case, Misfit Thanksgiving – is the same holiday as observed elsewhere but with an emphasis on inebriation. Misfit Thanksgiving includes a mountainous turkey dinner with all the expected side dishes, platters of hors d’oeuvres, beers in the porch (Nature’s cooler), hot-and-cold-running karaoke, and lots of hugging and kissing.
As the short chick in the movie Poltergeist said, “All are welcome”.
At any rate, Willie and I had roughly 25 people over last night. There was drinking, there was dancing, there was smoking on the porch, and at one point, there was a certain woman – who shall remain nameless – who sang Motorhead’s “Ace of Spades”.
And today? Let’s just say that I’m a subdued and mellow person today with a lot of sleep to catch up on.
Hoping all your Holidays are Misfit Holidays,
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