I spent my Christmas Eve...drumroll please...at the bar! And it was fabulous. And you know what, while the area and bars were pretty dead, it coulda been worse. There were plenty of Jews out and about drinking, plus the bartender's little tikes running around in Santa hats.
It was very refreshing. I love my mom and brother and family and all, but being home for Christmas always brings up repressed childhood memories for me and unhealthy feelings of greed ingrained in me from my youngest years of spoilage.
Christmas morning Roomie and I woke up early and had some Irish coffee. We're still pretty fresh 21-year-olds so spiked coffee is only natural. Mmmm, drunken Christmas mornings! A new tradition?
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