Then I came home and decided to make beef fried rice. I marinated the beef in garlic, rice wine vinegar, soy sauce, pepper, and red chili flakes. Then I went running. Then I came home and cooked the meat, added peas, cooked white rice, an egg, more soy sauce, more vinegar, and that was it.
It was delicious and I was so happy that I said to myself, "You know what, Josh, don't let some horrible pants ruin your Thanksgiving. There's nothing you can do about it, anyway, so don't waste your time worrying."
I was feeling GREAT. My Thanksgiving was saved! And then I signed onto my blog to report how happy I was, and I saw those God forsaken Mason's pants. And then I was like, "Who am I kidding, I can't enjoy myself when I've seen pants like this."
Subsequently I decided to cancel my trip to DC and will be spending the 4 day weekend sitting in my closet reflecting on how horrible the universe is. I will subsist on Skittles and I will not be allowed any trips to the bathroom.
Happy freaking Thanksgiving.