Thank You Very Much
True to my word, I am in for the night. I'm not even answering my phone, unless it's a good drunk dial.Today dragged on quite nicely, really, thanks to my massive hangover. My only salvation was a 2 hour client lunch, at which I ate crab bisque, an 8 oz. filet, and a slice of key lime pie for dessert. God, free lunch is so awesome. I had a nice free lunch yesterday, too, except for yesterday I had the crab-stuffed sole.
Anyway, there were about 8 of us at lunch, and we were trying to make polite conversation about Thanksgiving. For those of you who don't have the luxury of client lunches, it's a bit like a first date - the food is always good, but you're nervous the whole time, and there are a lot of awkward silences. The only difference between client lunches and dates is that (hopefully) you're not wondering whether you're going home with them or not. If you are thinking this, then you are...well, unprofessional (but I give mad props to you, because you're a smarmy little bastard).
Thinking about Thanksgiving made me sort of sad, because I will be at my sister's house in Atlanta this year, and not at home. Don't get me wrong, I love Atlanta, but in my hometown, there's always an informal little high school reunion the night before Thanksgiving. It's a pretty good time, too. People come crawling out of the woodwork for this once a year, and this is the night that you can see people you've always wondered about, hang out with people that you like and don't get to see that often, and laugh at the losers who are still losers. I liked it last year, but I think it's probably better that I won't be around for it this year. I always find myself in an awkward situation where I am in the room with at least three or four people who I've - ahem - been romantically involved with. Fairly recently. Like, within the past year or so. Yikes. And since my game strategy has always been "divide and conquer", it is not ideal to have these people floating around in the same room, especially if you're looking for a little repsycho session with one of them at the end of the night (which is not always the case, but hey, sometimes it is).
repsycho (adj., v.): to repeat a hookup with someone who has always been completely wrong for you, or someone with whom you have had a rocky/devastating/obsessive/bizarre break up
However, as fun as it can be to see people, there's always a downside. Particularly when you run into someone and seeing them tugs on your heartstrings. And it kind of feels like heartburn, or like you're going to throw up, and you try to convince yourself that you just feel like ass and you drank too much, but deep down, you know that it's because you still give a shit about the person. And it sucks. There will be people present that it'd be better for me not to see, but do you honestly think I'd reveal their identities to you in a blog post? Please. I'm classier than that, idiot.
This Thanksgiving will be different for a lot of reasons. One of them being that I am actually going to be thankful for stuff. I am working on a Top Ten List of Things I Am Grateful For, and who knows, I might even read the list at Thanksgiving dinner.
posted by KA @ 7:40 PM
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