Yeah, Thanksgiving's great. I just wish stores would stop playing Christmas songs so soon, the place I work at is so fucking gay when it comes to that.
One of my best friends is in the middle of an epically bizarre story in Canada right now this weekend. He's a native 'pegger who has tickets to the Gray Cup in Vancouver. Turns out some woman in his high school who was the prom queen the year before him and never gave him the time of day recently divorced her football player husband -- and recently started stalking my friend on FB. So she's all over him and they're having a "rendezvous" in Vancouver. And she's a former "Miss Blue Bomber".
This is gonna be the stuff of legend, and all I'll have to show for this weekend is an L-tryptophan coma.