
As we enter the holiday season, and by “holiday” I mean Crunksgiving, I find myself looking back at what has become a grand and glorious tradition amongst myself and my friends.
First, a history lesson:
Crunksgiving was first observed in November of 2003. Only then, it had not yet acquired the Crunksgiving moniker. No, then it was called Trippsgiving, named after the band, Tripp Fontaine, the members of which I counted amongst my closest friends. We got together and realized that we needed a “friends only” counter to the traditionally family-oriented Thanksgiving holiday. The original Trippsgiving was a gala event held at Mark Petty’s house where we all came together with our baked goods and high-octane alcohol. Food was eaten, libations consumed, poker and video games played, songs sung, and a new tradition was born.
Unfortunately, soon after the first annual Trippsgiving, the band Tripp Fontaine was, alas, no more. We soldiered on though, hosting Trippsgiving II in November 2004 at my place. As was tradition at this point, the host provided the turkey, while everyone else supplied the supporting cast. This was to be the last of the Trippsgivings however, as from here on out we would celebrate Crunksgiving (I think Kim came up with it, but I can’t remember). It was a more apropos name as we would all inevitably get crunk’d on that day.
Fast forward 4 years later, and we’ve almost arrived at our 6th annual Crunksgiving, to be held at my house November 16th, 2008. This year marks quite a departure from the previous five. The core group of my friends that were involved from the beginning; Aaron, Joey, Kim, and Eric are no longer in the Metroplex. They’ve up and left me for the big city. I thought about canceling this year’s festivities, but then thought better of it. These are the types of challenges in life that test one’s meddle. When the going gets tough, etc..
So, we’ve expanded the invite list a bit to bring the Crunksgiving spirit to more people in the D/FW area. We may even attempt to do a satellite link-up with the boys and girl in NYC so that they can join in the frivolity. Who knows? It may even be the best one yet. If not, God knows we’ll be too CRUNK to tell.
Party on.