Holiday parties used to be the bane of my adolescences.
Now that I'm the very picture of maturity (snort), I look forward to them. Maybe it's because I have someone to dress the same as, make triple chocolate brownies with, and hide in the basement with (reading/drawing) during the tedious party points (mostly the point after eating/before dessert when people bring out camcorders and try to make the Next Great Holiday TV Special).
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