this year i was invited to thanksgiving at someone's house. 'great', i thought. 'no stress, i don't have to cook.'
except as it turns out, that someone's house happens to be in Iowa. so i'm replacing the stress of 'gee, is the green bean casserole done?' with 'hey, we're flying a tiny Buddy Holly-killing plane into the frozen tundra'. don't get me wrong, i'm excited because i've never been to the midwest and my only frame of reference for Iowa is Footloose mixed with the accent from Fargo.
[i know for a fact the minute i hear someone say 'oh yah!' or 'you betcha' i will lose my shit. not good when Meeting The Family.]
but i will be much happier once i'm standing on the ground in Des Moines. happier, and most likely drunk. did you know that it's not illegal to take alcohol in your carry-on? oh hello, 3 ounce bottles of Bombay Sapphire.
may everyone travel safely and have plenty of crescent rolls.
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