It’s Christmas Eve and I’m hungover.
Christmas Eve-Eve strikes again!
It’s my favorite non-holiday of the year. I always spend it with my best friend that I’ve known since pre-school.
Oddly enough, it’s usually been a night where something major has happened in one of our lives. Whether good or bad. One year it was a sprained ankle. One year it was a party with friends that ended in a sleepover.
This year, being the first one that we were both old enough to legally drink, we made it a big one.
We got a hotel room in Atlantic City and destroyed our livers a little more.
So, today, while I do my family celebrations, I will also be nursing this extraordinary Christmas Eve-Eve Illness. It’s only proof that I had an awesome night with my best friend.