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Nov 29Edited

I think the happiest holidays I had were beginning the 2nd or 3rd year after I'd moved to NYC in my mid twenties and was cobbling together friendships, and beginning to love the New York practice of hosting sit down dinner parties, semi formal even if you are poor, so friends could talk. And for me Thanksgiving is thankfully the holiday that isn't soaked in guilt or sad memories, it doesn't really signify of that much history, but truly is a time for recreating, and I'd stretch the limits of what I could afford and shop and cook for a couple days and bulge out what my 6th floor apartment could contain in guests and a couple of us had day jobs at the UN so there were always a few orphans who didn't even know what the holiday was and we all got to explain differently and locals brought singles for us to flirt with. and always artist friends who were 4x as poor as I. Id get a case of good French wine at Astor Place cuz you still could for $60 if you had good advice, and we'd be at the table until eleven or so and then we'd drink cognac or scotch and eat pie until 3 dancing to James Brown, The Zombies, James Chance, Tammy Wynette, it was amazing how a dozen people can dance so expressively in the 175 sq ft common space of a Little Italy 2 (tiny) bedroom. A couple people would help clean up and we'd drink coffee and watch the sun come up from beyond the Bowery. Awful hangovers But those were the best, most definitive,Thanksgivings. Everyone wanted to be delighted in each other and we were.

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The Queens Man said something stupid and I told him to stuff it...

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