This is true but also you usually inject it with sage and some other shit too.

Yo, it’s stressing me out. We have now entered the season where moms smoke, drink whiskey, cry daily, constantly check the bank account, angrily hang string lights, have meltdowns in the toy-aisle, stare vacantly at wrapping paper in a big box store, break at least one ornament, scream, etc.

Yo we ARE friends! Also, angus totally wants us to do a podcast telling what I call our “bar stories” (all our tales that tend to come up when we’re at a bar with homies).

There was a little more to it, but here’s a quote.

I just learned that the centerpiece on the main table featured actual taxidermied pheasants and that the settee I was on in the creepy room is filled with horsehair.

It was weird. She also got kinda teary eyed talking about Lincoln proclaiming the first Thanksgiving as a national holiday. She was talking to all 5 McDeaths and we were squirming and avoiding all eye contact, lol.

Oh she totally was. And her tone when she asked you was so shitty. Like she was prepared to say “I told you so” and you foiled her plan.

The volume of traffic on 65 is crazy. “Look at all these people who couldn’t wait to get away from their families”
- Angus

Also I’m still hungry because I stopped eating when I found a long hair baked into my squash casserole.

Omg we just left. The evening ended with an awkward conversation with Angus’s mom about Abraham Lincoln and Socialism.

Earlier I watched ~roughly half of the Bengals & Ravens game. They don’t play until 7:20pm…

We’ve been here for like two hours and I’m at my limit. These people are so loud. I’ve seen Angus for maybe a total of 20mins while we ate. I’m currently hiding upstairs in a dark and creepy guest room. Might sneak out to go hide and smoke.

Someone put a dirty dish in the wrong sink. There are three sinks in the kitchen, how the hell is anyone supposed to know where to put their dirty dishes?

I have a pride sticker on the back of my phone, that and my guillotine necklace have been unhappily stared at multiple times.

One of our bets was picking an “Anytime Prayer Sayer.” One of my parlays definitely hit.

Youngest McDeath is going with a monochrome theme with his dinner choices.

Angus is stuck in the kitchen talking to someone. Seamus’s grandmother is questioning whether or not he still loves Chicago. I’m already partaking in football escapism. I didn’t set my fantasy lineup last night and have Matthew Golden starting in multiple leagues.

It’s 2pm and we’re on our way. I have a flask. We’re listening to my Thanksgiving playlist which includes a track of just turkeys making gobble gobble noises.

I was on track to beat him to the arrivals and at the very last stretch got caught in the pick-up traffic. We still had really well-synced timing. The worst was trying to then get out of there lol.

There is a “football escapism” space.