You know how at thanksgiving dinner, everyone goes around the table and says horrible passive aggressive and borderline inappropriate things to each other? No? That’s not how your family does it? Well, that’s not how November Project San Francisco does it either. At NPSF we hug it out. At NPSF, we run stairs for fucking breakfast. At NPSF, we have a second helping of stairs for fucking breakfast, and then we actually go eat fucking breakfast, because its fucking delicious, and I love a blueberry pancake. At NPSF, we do a full deck at Coit Tower and watch the sunrise over the bay. At NPSF, we #earnyourturkey. At NPSF, we do air squats in a circle and say what we’re thankful for, which then devolves into a conversation about what’s more important to the earth’s fragile ecosystem, bees, or plankton? (It’s definitely bees. Cross pollination is a god damn miracle. Without bees there would be no blueberry pancakes. That’s fine, you can be thankful for friends and family or whatever other BS you wanna toss out there. Go ahead, scrape up as many brownie points as you can with your girlfriend’s family, you’re never going to win her Dad over. You defiled his little girl, it’s a lost cause jabroni, and when it comes down to brass tax, those plants ain’t gonna pollenate themselves. Ya heard? Shit, am I still in the parenthetical? This is getting away from me.)
A happy thanksgiving to one and all from your November Project family!
Next Wednesday, 6:22AM, bring your ‘A’ game to Alamo Square for the BATTLE OF THE SEXES workout. It’s about to get real.
– Clayton
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