i woke up hung over three days in a row before christmas. once i thought i was going to die then i woke my sister up so we could have christmas eve breakfast with our dad and step mom and realised i was not nearly half as bad. this was confirmed when i had to pull over on 14th street so she could throw up out the car door. the only thing that made it bearable was us laughing at the story we would have to tell once we were no longer fighting death.
it all stemmed from a festivus party at a friend's the night before, which although i was a bit apprehensive about, was rather enjoyable and it was good to catch up with people, some of whom i have not seen in years.
christmas eve was nice and our annual party was followed by a quiet family christmas day. my little brother woke me up at 7:59am since my mom made a rule that no one was allowed to be up before 8:00am. presents, turkey, jackass episodes, a game of cranium, and a balmy 12 degrees - what more is christmas about?
i am loving having a couch to sit on, home cooked meals, and a bed bigger than a single! i am worried time is passing too quickly though and before i know it, i'll be on another plane. and there are all those papers that need writing...
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were there feats of strength and a festivus pole at this festivus party???? Better yet, how about the airing of grievences?
there was a huge aluminium pole, but i think that there was too much drinking done before the feats of strength and airing of grievances could take place!
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