Or, Drunkfest V

We just got back from a weekend in Boston, where we celebrated Thanksgiving with a group of friends from our college years. This was the fifth time we observed the holiday this way. It's always a fine affair. We call it Drunkfest.

We call it Drunkfest because that's what it was that first year: a festival of drunkenness. That's what it was the second and third year, too, but, as we have matured, so has Drunkfest. Now it's more of a beer-and-wine-and-cocktail-and-really-good-food-fest. There's much less drunkenness. We're generally in bed by midnight.

But the spirit remains. The point has always been to see old friends and make a few new ones. It's a rejuvenating weekend that has none of the pressures of work, nor any of the pressures of a family gathering.

And anyway, you're going to see the family at Christmas, right?