On Christmas night, after all the presents had been opened and food had been eaten, we decided to do what all other normal people do . . . drink ourselves mentally challenged (I think that's PC for retarded). I remember the majority of the evening, so we couldn't have been that bad off. In any case, I remember looking in the mirror at the bar and thinking, "Damn! I look good!"
Apparently I had beer goggles for myself because pictures of me from that night proved otherwise. Maybe that's why I was disgusted with myself in the morning for having shared a bed with myself that night.
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