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Incredible.

This is probably what I see the most of, in Chicago. (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

The cutest ketchup bottle.

It is not my intention to lend any more pomp and circumstance or impatience to a situation that already contains rumbling bellies and a parade of steaming, savory, dishes. But I would like to take a brief moment to deliver a couple of thoughts I had leading up to Thanksgiving.

This morning, Brennan greeted me at the front door – dancing in his underwear. I can’t think of a better way to begin my Thanksgiving. Here’s why:

Thinking about what I’m thankful for is easy. I’m thankful for sex and booze and fireworks and the joy of winning an argument. What’s hard, though, is thinking about what I WILL be thankful for years from now. I’m pretty sure it’s my friends. The people I have met, the things I learned from them, and the time we got to spend together. I’m pretty sure that the most important thing I’ve learned from my friends is how to laugh. All. The. Time.

In my mind, here’s a weather report through February: It’s dark and cold all the time and it’s just going to get darker and colder and snow is coming soon to turn the city into a giant refrigerator. It looks like 8-10 inches of melancholy (although, in all honesty, it’s probably closer to 10-12 inches of depression) and we can expect to break our backs trying to scrape jaded cynicism off of our front steps.

At least, that’s always what I think about this time of year until some friend of mine reminds me of the good things about snow – sledding and ice-skating, snowball fights and hot chocolate and friends; And New Year’s – tuxedos and champagne and dancing and counting down and kissing at midnight and friends. And of course Thanksgiving. Food glorious food and beer and wine and a table full of friends.

So, to all of you - thank you. Thank you for reminding me of what’s great about Winter in Chicago (in case you didn’t get it – it’s you). To my roommates – thank you for constantly reminding me that everything is really just funny and that nothing fixes a shitty situation like laughing.

I had forgotten to laugh this morning, but Brennan - dancing in his underwear - certainly fixed that. I guess, in some way, this is how we get through life – we just keep up the tradition of remembering (and forgetting) – that life is fucking hilarious.

Thank you all for sharing this tradition with me.

RIP