A 37 degree Christmas day at the beach surrounded by more food than two people should even be allowed to look at. The homesickness passed after about 4 hours of alternating between bloody marys and vegan eggnog, becoming literal sickness by the 6th hour. Pausing briefly to reflect and hold my stomach solemnly, the nausea eventually passed with the help of a few joints and the Father Ted christmas special. I woke up at 11am lying in a pile of pistachio shells and cherry seeds.
I love Christmas so much.




