A Wicked Thanksgiving

Before this post starts, I'm letting you know this has nothing to do with Boston. I hate Boston and I am not using "Wicked" as Boston slang. Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. I love hanging out with my family, and I love eating the food. It's the one day a year I am guaranteed to be completely stuffed by the end. I usually don’t like to eat, but on Thanksgiving, it is my eating Super Bowl. I love the turkey, of course, but the cranberry sauce is my favorite. I don’t know if this is weird, but I also really love the turkey skin. Last year I almost choked on it, so I’m not sure where I stand with it. This year was a Thanksgiving like no other. No, literally—it wasn’t like any Thanksgiving I have ever had before. It was my first Thanksgiving away from home, and it fucking sucked. Well, to be honest, I made the best out of a bad situation. I still had a good holiday; I just would have rather been able to go home for it. It was my choice to not be home yesterday. It wasn’t an easy choice, but it had been a really long week, and this weekend was going to just pile more on. I thought it was best for my future self to come back to the city from Wisconsin, instead of being at home. I had a lot of things weighing on my reasoning. I didn’t want to drive 14 hours home. I didn’t want to sleep for a very short period of time, eat at 3 PM, and then have to rush down to the city last night so I could get enough sleep for work today. I didn’t want to go home and not be able to see my friends at all. It would’ve felt like a cock tease. On the other hand, I love Thanksgiving. I love my family. I felt incredibly selfish. My grandma had just died, and I decided not to be with my family and to be in the city instead. I felt terrible, but in the end, I made the selfish choice. I spent yesterday mostly alone in my dorm. I flew from Chicago to LaGuardia on Wednesday night. The flight took way longer than it was supposed to—an hour delay before boarding and about another hour taxiing when we landed. I really just wanted to take a taxi or Uber back into the city, but I’m way too fucking cheap. I ended up trying to figure out the bus system. I was successful and found my way to a subway. I took that almost straight back to my dorm. I got pizza, then I decided to settle in and just watch a movie. In the morning, I woke up relatively early and met Andre for a 10:20 AM showing of Wicked. I am not really into musicals, but the people in my eleventh-grade English class know—I fucked with Hamilton hard. I wasn’t expecting to like Wicked because it was long and a musical. I loved it! I saw it in 4D, so that made it more entertaining. Getting shaken around, sprayed in the face with water, and punched in the back made the movie very exciting. I was getting jump-scared and started trying to anticipate the chair’s attacks. I never learned. I think my opinion of Ariana Grande drastically changed. She is so talented. Her comedic timing is fantastic, and of course, her singing is great. Cynthia Erivo has pipes. After the movie, I just went back to my dorm. I had nothing to do and was kinda bummed about not being home. It was also pouring out, which made me way less likely to do anything. I watched a few movies and ended up ordering food. I didn’t get a Thanksgiving dinner. I got chicken tikka masala, garlic naan, and some basmati rice. It was a lonely dinner, but I got to FaceTime my family while they ate earlier in the night. I don’t want to spend another Thanksgiving dinner alone again. I ended up going to sleep at 8:45 PM, so I was well-rested heading into one of the busiest retail days of the year. I’m not sure if I made the right decision or the wrong one. I enjoyed yesterday a lot, but I also didn’t. So, it’s a tough call. I hope your Thanksgiving was great and you get to do some shopping today. Happy Black Friday, everyone!