Thanksgiving

This evening I went to the big, fancy Thanksgiving event thrown by the Fulbright Commission.

I could make lots of snarky observations: most of the food was cold, they ran out of everything, including plates and forks, two obnoxious high schoolers sang.

But in the end I think it's best summed up with this sentence: There weren't any chairs.

I'm thankful I'm home.

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