All thoughts to spending Thanksgiving with my family aside, pretty fucking pumped for Hedonism II instead. You can only hear ole’ Dad DeMamp tell you the story about that year he won the free turkey at work before you see the end coming. Don’t get me started on Aunt Sarah’s beef with the VFW.
Since I’m writing this in the past, I bet by now we’re all packed up and having a relaxing 3-beer early dinner before we head to the clearport.
Ders will give us some made-up stat about flying, Blake’ll have a funny story about the last time he flew, and I’ll of course be hydrating for my planned membership drive into the Mile High Club.
A gentleman can never tell if he hasn’t done it yet, so it’s safe to say the girl I hook up with on the flight to Hedonism II is a real slut. Seat backs UP, tray table DOWN.