Thanksgiving in Michigan was nice. The weather was chilly but a nice excuse to bust out the gloves and scarf. The weekend consisted of a lot of napping and hanging out with the family. On Saturday night, we met up with Victor, Susie, and Dayantha at a bar called The Blue Martini, which seemed cool at first but soon turned into the worst bar ever. Jes, Jason, and I went in first since it was cold and rainy. The cover was $10 and the bar was filled with single middle-aged whiteys and a sucky band. I suppose the boys would agree that the only redeeming thing about the bar were the not-so-pretty-looking bartenders all dressed in skimpy white tanktops with very large boobies. We actually waited 2 hours before Dayantha called and said they had given up. The guy at the door made them wait in a line of 10-15 people for no reason. Who did they think they were? Skybar?! It’s Michigan, people! After we decided to not give them any more of our money, we hung out at a cafe down the street to end the night with dreams of opening a bar in Hawaii together and sweating Jason about his break-up.