Welcome home for Thanksgiving! Where the lines at the bar are ridiculous, the drinks can’t come fast enough, and while you think it’s deja vu you’ve got going on – you actually ARE having the same 3-minute conversation with blasts from your not-so-distant past over and over and over.
It’s a funny concept this “home for Thanksgiving bar night” we’ve got going. It’s the biggest bar night of the year, but every year brings about the same conversation that leaves me wanting to bang my head into a wall. But even though I don’t, I somehow wake up feeling like I did.
It goes a little something like this:
Your 7th grade frenemy: “Hi! (looks you up and down here) Oh-my-god you look great! What are you doing now? Where do you live? Are you single? Omg so great to see you… Ah! Look who just walked in! Pom-pon Captain Susie! She got fat! Better go say hi!!! We should totally get together for drinks or something! Facebook me! So great to see you!
Enter, .5 seconds later from stage left, your 10th grade biology lab partner:
“Hi! (looks you up and down here) Oh-my-god you look great! What are you doing now? Where do you live? Are you single? Omg so great to see you… Ah! Look who is over there! Better go say hi!!! We should totally get together for drinks or something! Facebook me! So great to see you!
And so it goes, and so it goes… and before you know it you’ve told 80 people that you that you live in Chicago, you are in law school/med school/writing unemployed and that things are complicated with your relationship, so while, no you are still not dating your high school sweetheart, you are totally loving your newfound independence (or something like that).
You didn’t like 90% of the people in this bar in middle school and by high school you didn’t like 95% of them. Yet every year we go around trying to prove that college or the ‘real world’ has changed us for the better. We are now so indie/so over anything mainstream/so cooool/so grown up. We schmooze and shriek with delight when someone mentions that “we should totally get together for happy hour” only to then brush it off .2 seconds later.
So welcome home for Thanksgiving! Get your game face on and prepare for the most awkward encounters to ever hit you in one single night. And look on the bright side: Thursday will bring stuffing, pumpkin pie, and – most importantly – excellent fodder for that delicious hangover brunch with your real friends.
“How awkward was it when…..”
[This story was originally posted by Jill – University of Wisconsin.]
Likey? Don’t worry, there are plenty more faves where this came from.