From the "Only in NEPA" Department

Most people I know spent Thanksgiving break with family, relaxing and whatnot. Perhaps they also caught up with high school friends. I, too, spent my break doing these things, but it seems that my break was probably a bit different from that of others.

Last night: Myself and six other people (all high school friends) playing hide-and-seek. At midnight. Outside. In the middle of nowhere. A cornfield. In November. Drunk.

Ah yes, the fine traditions of NEPA. Where else in the world would I find myself huddled in the shadow of an old car, sitting on the road, feeling the cold from the pavement slowly seep into my bones, and wishing for perhaps another glass of wine? Whenever I find myself in utter disdain of my hometown and upbringing, I must think of these quaint activities. Things like this have colored my childhood, and I suppose my early adulthood as well. My friends from the suburbs could never understand such a thing, I suppose. (Though these are the same people who didn't know what Chicken and Waffles is...)

I'm not saying I want to move home and stay there, but occasionally I get nostalgic for the place. It's unique, if nothing else.