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i celebrated a prethanksgiving tradition last night.
Once apon a time I returned from college for Thanksgiving break. Due to some health issues I hadn't touched alcohol in more than a year. I met up with a couple of my thunder buddies at a local bar that night. A little while later, a 7-7 found it's way in front of me and the fiesta began. I don't know how many I drank but thansgiving morning I woke up wiht my friend's dad standing over me...he's a true cowboy with a big as moustache and serious demeanor. I said "Bill, what in the hell are you doing in my room" and he laughed and said something like "look around dumbass"...and I realized I was on my buddy's couch at 11am on Thansgiving. My buddy took me home, I opened the door and barfed in the driveway in front of half of my uncles and snuck around the house and came in the basement. Momowanian thought I had been asleep down there I guess, until she saw how terrible I looked. I had 3-4 saltine crackers that year for Thansgiving Dinner.
For several years, the same 3 of us would get together the night before Thansgiving to drink "14's"....a tradition.
3 years ago, a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving my buddy died in a pretty tragic way.
Because of my bi-annual holiday travel agreement I can't do it every year, but last night I picked up the 3rd part of our trio and went to the same bar, ordered 3 (14's) and sat at the table we sat with him and had a couple for the old days. That's our bonding Thanksgiving tradition.
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