When I was in my early 20s this was a great night- the day before Thanksgiving.   Everyone was in their hometowns and we all went to the local bars or clubs to hang out.

And I mean ALL.

Many of you are nodding your heads in agreement.

In retrospect,  I don’t know if it’s one of the greatest party nights of the year,  or just crowded,  and back then high attendance meant “great.” 

Back then you better believe we had what’s referred to these days as Fear  Of Missing Out, or the (eye rolling) pronouncable acronym FOMO. We HAD TO go out.  We’d done it before,  we KNEW everywhere was going to be ridiculously, unenjoyingly crowded but nobody cared. We HAD TO GO OUT.

It WAS ridiculously crowded,  and that was great. Going out freely til whenever on a weeknight.

Twenty years later that seems so foreign to me. I get it.   Bars and clubs are a young person’s game.

Enjoy kids.   I’m going to bed.

And get off my lawn.

Happy Thanksgiving.