Everyone should own a pair of eatin’ pants

So I’m at home for Thanksgiving and I realized that I’ve slowly become a man for the holidays. I’ve lounged around in “eatin’ pants” all day (i.e, track pants with an elastic waistband). I’ve been unable to curb my appetite, eating full meals and then nibbling on leftovers when I’m not eating full meals. I’ve taken naps after eating said meals. I’ve only thought about taking a shower. And I’ve watched football nonstop for the past two days. (Well, the past week really, if you count the Ohio vs. Michigan game I got caught up in last Sat.) I’ve already seen snippets of Florida vs. FSU, UGA vs. Ga Tech, and am currently enthralled by the USC vs. Notre Dame game, though I vow no allegiance to any of these teams.

Tomorrow though, I get to be a girl again by hitting up the outlet malls. I dared not venture to any shops on Black Friday because I am no longer used to the parking, traffic, and overall madness that is shopping in the ‘burbs during a sale. There’s nothing scarier than trying to take a parking space from a soccer mom with a minivan full of kids. She’ll choke you with her braided belt faster than you can say “World’s Best Mom.” I had hoped to stop by the Target for its two-day sale, but looking at the price slashing they did in the circular, I think that would have been the absolute worst place to go.

It was nice being home, not having to do anything, having my parents cook for me, taking cat naps throughout the day, and not feeling like I have to do anything. My Thanksgiving dinner, cooked mostly by my sister, consisted of turkey, pot roast, green bean casserole, yam casserole, stuffing with sausage, citrus cranberry sauce, crescent rolls, and some Korean food (various veggies and fish and shrimp tempura, courtesy of the ‘rents).

I love the feeling of being stuffed from Thanksgiving dinner. I did end up doing a little bit of work today because right when I get back to New York I have to report for jury duty, of all things, but for a few days my existence has been pleasingly stress-free. I have to work off the pounds in the gym when I go home, but for now my eatin’ pants are serving me well.

Happy Belated Turkey Day everyone.