I get down every Thanksgiving, each year has ultimately sucked.
I get depressed, I miss my family back in Colorado, I would get mad
at the family that I had married into, being such tards.
FIVE siblings and 2 parents alive,
and they still can't organize a fucking sit down meal.
Ugh.
So 2 years ago, we said screw this, and headed to Puerto Nuevo,
we had a blast, we stayed at the Grand Baja, and ended up eating
dinner with the Hispanic family next door, they came down from LA.
The next year, we went to Rosarito, had a good time too.
This year, I just don't feel it.
Mikee n I are driving out to phoenix the next day or that night
or something and I don't wanna be down with the curse. :)
So, I did some research, and I decided to the the Father Joes
Thanksgiving Run!
I think that will make me happy this year.
And Shea can run too!
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