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I Am A Spolied Bastard This Thanksgiving before/after I ate my ass off, then went back for seconds. And thirds. And fourths. Had three slices of pie. Ahhh, gluttony. Spent the holiday up in Evergreen, relaxing in a rather expansive house nestled in the mountains. So nice to depart from Denver's smog and grime. The pot smoking was incredible. This is the first time that I did not have Thanksgiving with my family, instead I ate with my 'extended family', a set of friends for the past twenty years. And although I had smoked before Thanksgiving dinner in the past, never like this. I smoked hardcore on the nice drive up into the mountains. It was fun. I got there a little late, having trouble finding the right road. (Seems every road is a conjugation of "river", "brook", or some specie of tree.) So I delved into a magnificent spread as soon as I arrived, terribly stoned, and hoping not to spill anything in my friends house. The food was excellent. After severe gluttony, we smoked copious amounts of marijuana, then had pie. I was insistent about having pie. Two peices of pecan and a slice of pumpkin slathered entirely in Cool Whip later, and I quieted significantly. We watched some hockey, then "BareNaked In America" a documentary about the BareNaked Ladies. It was all right. I like BNL, for the most part. Like all my music, I pick and choose songs, and parts of songs, and things the band does well. Then they wanted to play games. I was all for a cut-throat game of poker, but no one wanted to play me. They suggested tripoli, or something lame. I nixed that. So Thomas' wife suggested we play Cranium. Suspiciously, I agreed. And it wasn't paranoia. She brought a game to the Halloween party, 'Pin the Wart on the Witch', which she played with a lot of people and won. You don't win your own game. Its just not right. So, me being half-way bright, took it upon myself to win the game for my team. I'm subtle and smooth most often with myself (or so they say), and letting anyone know what I am capable of , but sometimes I just gotta' win. I answered most of the questions. The only ones we got wrong were the ones where they over-rid my answer in favor of what was the wrong answer. It came down to me (my team) having to answer the last four questions in a row to win. I came through in the clutch, beat Thomas' wife at her own game. They wanted everyone to spend the night, due to the treacherous mountain roads, but I declined. I love dangerous driving, for some reason. It wasn't that bad. And I was so stoned it was as if it was one continuous road. Which, if you really want to get technical, it is. I didn't sit around and think of for what I am thankful. I do that every day. I guess I was all about gluttony. And despite the rants and rails against our banal, consumerist culture, I must admit such a point of veiw is likely most easily come by with an indulgently full belly. Or a positively empty one.
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