Tradition

28
Nov
2009

There is a lot of gay in my family. And although all of us live far away from Indianapolis (where we grew up), we all try to come back for the Thanksgiving holiday to spend time with the extended family. And so, over the past several years, it has become a bit of a tradition around Thanksgiving to head out en masse to the gay bars some of the nights we are home. ┬áThis week was no exception, although there was perhaps a tad more drinking last night than customary. I make this judgement based on the fact that we ended up at White Castle at around 2 in the morning. As an aside, I was sorry to note (even in my drunken state) that White Castle has “redesigned” their interiors to look more like a cheap ┬ánursing home than the formerly modern, clean, all-white look that I remember somewhat fondly from my youth.