I survived Christmas!

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12. Yep! Alcohol-free and totally happy about it.

We’re really not drinkers, though. Hoisted one wine goblet at dinner with friends on Christmas Eve to toast each other, and that was that.

A clear-headed Christmas. Just the way I like it.

Frankly, I’m still grateful for that moment in college during one of many dorm parties when it finally hit me: why am I even trying to drink this? I don’t like the taste! That suddenly became very liberating.

But at the same time, I became the resident hair-holder. Help ‘em across the hall to the ladies’ room and stand behind them in the stall, holding their hair up out of their faces while they threw up.

Every party turned into public service time, but then again, somebody’s gotta do it!