Sorry, America

Next week, I'm going to India with Al, Berg and Fadge (formerly Fadilicious) to explore the country and attend a couple weddings. While I'm looking forward to the trip and the certainty of prolonged intestinal ailments, I can't help but feel a bit melancholy about the whole thing. I'm turning my back on America when she needs me most. I'm leaving on Thanksgiving day, the highest of holidays in the United States, and exchanging turkey, stuffing, and cranberries for murg, aloo, and chutney.

As if leaving on her special day weren't egregious enough, I'll be spending loads of cash in India at a time when America needs it most. If the oxygen mask deploys on an airplane, you're supposed to take care of yourself, then move onto your child. By spending my money in India, I'm helping America's baby brother, while America suffocates. You can see my quandary.

So, what can I do to make it up to America? Should I make another photo-blog of India extolling America's superiority? Refuse to buy souvenirs until I get back to Chicago (sorry day, you're not getting that Tendulkar jersey you always wanted)? Let's make this blog interactive again. Leave me comments letting me know how to right my wrong.