Last Saturday, we had the comeback Christmas party.
We had at least close to thirty people in our house at one point, most all the food was eaten, we had to make an extra beer run and Cards Against Humanity was in full force.
We had a ball – by far it was my favorite Christmas party we’ve had.
It could also be that it was the first time in four years we have had a Christmas party and I was just really excited to be dressed in something besides sweatpants and have makeup on.
I did have a few revelations though…
1. Moonshine shots are a bad idea.
Moonshine is a shady little mother. You think you’re solid and the next minute – BOOM. It’s over. You’re done with a capital D. I blame the first moonshine shot on Kellie. She showed up and the first thing out of her mouth was “Let’s do shots.” She chose the moonshine. I poured it. Then she said it was too much and I had to pour part of it out. Wuss.
2. It is my neighbor’s mission to get me drunk.
One of our neighbors showed up a little late. He’s a shot kind of guy as well. He sees the extra moonshine shot created due to Kellie’s wuss tendencies on the counter. He decides he and I should take a shot.
And then 30 minutes later, he decided we should take another shot.
Refer to #1 for my thoughts on that.
3. Apparently, I’m a polygamist.
Someone – and I can’t quite recall who (due to once more, #1 on this list) – asked me how the polygamy life was going while nodding toward Nicky and Grunt Labor who were cleaning up the kitchen.
I told them it was going quite fabulous, actually.
It was like I really did have two husbands and they were both cleaning up the mess from the party. Not to mention, Nicky had shown up early and he and Grunt Labor got all the stuff finished up that I couldn’t because at some point, I had to make myself look presentable. What more could a girl ask for? If this is how polygamists live, sign me up.
4. Hangovers don’t go away as quickly as they once did.
I forgot that during that four year Christmas party hiatus, I was also aging as well. During that timeframe, I had crossed into the “30” zone. Apparently, the 30 zone loves some lingering hangovers. I didn’t feel a close resemblance to myself until late Sunday night.
In other news, I’m going to a gathering at the neighbor’s house this afternoon – yep, that neighbor.
Some people just never learn.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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