From the very scientific and collective research I’ve put together, the night before Thanksgiving seems to only be a big deal in the Midwest.
(Further proof Midwest is best.)
Seriously, TurkEve is bigger than Christmas/Birthdays/4thofJuly/NYE combined in Corntown.
Because everyone comes home from college/work/their hermit dungeon, gets stupid drunk together, and doesn’t have to feel guilty the next day laying around like a sack of worthless shit eating their brains out because HELLO that’s what Thanksgiving is all about!
This year we threw back just like the ol’ high school days – drinking cheap beer in our friend’s parent’s basement, rocking out to The Ataris and Blink182, and playing overly-aggressive drinking games.
Too bad hangover recovery time isn’t what it used to be back then…
I love home. (It helps that the weather has been surprisingly awesome all week.)