The Only Thing Messier Than the Bar Floor Was the Behavior

Can we cancel Thanksgiving Eve? Blackout Wednesday. Drunksgiving. Whatever you wanna call it. 

Because genuinely, what the f*ck was that?

It's safe to say this Thanksgiving Eve was my first and last. What started as a fun night took a turn the minute we ended up at the local town dive bar. 

On the surface, it seems Thanksgiving Eve is supposed to be fun, a night out with friends reminiscing about the “good ole” high school days.

But honestly? It’s the fakest night of the year, and all it took was one BOW to realize that I would’ve had no problem sitting this one out.

To see people from high school go up to each other with “Oh my god, it’s been so long! How are you! You look amazing!!” 

Speaking from my own experience, that did not happen to me. What. So. Ever. 

It was made clear that my presence was not wanted when I walked into the place. But then to go up to my sister after years of not speaking to her just to say, “I’m surprised your sister is here. No one likes her.”

As if that would hurt my feelings. (It didn’t) And somehow that wasn’t even the end of it.

To intentionally shove me with your nasty “excuse me,” just to keep your back turned to me, shows exactly how bothered you are by my mere presence. Did that make you feel good about yourself?

And honestly, your boyfriend shouldn’t be reaching out to me the next day to apologize for the way you acted or how out of line you were. Nor should the people you hang out with have to make excuses for you. Control yourself.

Classy is always the best option, but instead you chose trashy! (like always)

 Let’s grow up and say it to my face instead?? Wouldn’t you agree?

It was honestly funny watching people who couldn’t stand each other in high school suddenly laugh and chat like they’ve been best friends for the last five years.

Thanksgiving Eve showed how many people peaked in high school and how mature they are by the way they act. It’s actually embarrassing how low people would go to make themselves feel better.

Let’s get on a treadmill instead!

See you at mile 1,

Gianna