Friends,
Thanksgiving is a time for family, a time to gather with your nearest and dearest and enjoy the simple pleasure of each other's company.
It's a time to be treasured. Then again, at the Wang Majal this Tuesday:
- There will be no turkey, because let's face it: turkey sucks.
- There will be no airport gridlock and TSA heavy petting.
- There will be no drunk uncles lecherously eyeing your girlfriend.
- There will be no drunk uncles lecherously eyeing *you*.
- There will be no sibling bickering, unless Jonny shows up and starts asking me about "that thing", and whether I've heard about "that thing", or what's the latest word on "that thing".
- There will be no Black Friday afterwards, and no trampling your fellow man for a $39 Chanosonic DVD player. The only deals to be had will be in taking Harpreet's money.
There *will* be a lot of Asians gathered around a gambling table. All told, it's a saner option. Regular time and place, fellas.
Gobble gobble,
-a
