Thanksgiving

Tonight, I went out for drinks with a couple of friends. Now, straight up, these friends of mine are all over the age of 40. And one of them may or may now have been my mother. It's a mystery. Now, on this eve of Thanksgiving, as with most every Wednesday, I like to take the time to think about the good things in life. I know Thanksgiving has become a holiday in which we all give thanks for family and friends. And watch football. But really, the things we do tomorrow are some of the things we should do everyday. Maybe not the parades and the food and the dressing up (although...). But telling people we love them. Showing them. Hugging people? Are these not things that people should do everyday? I'd hug passersby on the street if they didn't look like they'd harm me bodily. But, you know.

So like I said, drinks. It was a fun night. We went to this cool lounge-type place and had sushi and wine and shots. And then at about 10:30, shit got real. The place filled with the youth of America and the entire place turned into a dance club. Meanwhile, I'm sitting pretty with a white tee, gray slacks and my biker boots. Needless to say my LBD was at home. We were clearly out of place, but it was great. We danced and sang and kept to ourselves. My one friend actually has an in at this place. He kinda has an in everywhere in New Jersey. Seriously. This guy's name is as good as slipping the bouncer a 100 dollar bill. From Newark to Atlantic City, he's got instant access at all the hot spots. I kid you not, one time, he went to a crowded sports bar, where there were clearly no tables left. He was escorted in with his group, led through the kitchens, and seated at a table that they brought out from the back and placed in the middle of the entire joint. This guy's good.

I had a point, but I don't think I want to make it anymore. Let me just say: I like dancing. I like clubs. Sometimes. I don't love that scene. But I can enjoy it. I like getting lost in music, but I like to dance for me, not overly cologned frat boys who 'like to see me shake it.' That kinda ruins it for me. Crazy as it may seem, I'm not looking for 'I'm home for the holidays' sex. Shockingly, when I go out to dance, I'm not really looking for sex, period. And yes, I know most people are, so I should accept that, but if I'm out to dance, respect that. Keep it in your pants until you find someone who wants it out.

But Thanksgiving is traditionally about what we are thankful for. So I'll sign off with this: I'm thankful for life. For my brain. For music. For laughter. For my family, both given and chosen. For friendship. For health, both mine and my family's. For love. For Darren Criss. And for all beautiful men.