Why binge drinking is good practice for the holidays and why my blog readers rock.

So as you all know, this weekend was Beerathon. And the mere fact that I am typing this right now should tell you one thing: I am a champion. Also, I’m alive.

This is what I normally
wear for birthdays/holiday
parties. I think CB's family
will be extremely impressed.

But whatever, I’m totally an adult you guys. I mean, I’m merely days away from a seminal birthday and so I’ve obviously figured out how to do this up right while still being a functioning member of society the next day. Or, as functioning as I normally am, and really, that’s more than any of us expected, isn’t it?

Speaking of functional, it should be noted that while some of my fellow Beerathoners decided to do a little pants-optional binge drinking towards the end of the night, I was not one of the culprits, and for that we should all say a little prayer of thanks. Oh, and when I say “some” I mean “one” and you know who you are. Matt.

But what should terrify everyone (though mainly me) about this whole thing is that I was repeatedly told that this was good “practice” for Thursday. Yeah, as in “Beerathon is a great way to train for Thanksgiving!”

So let’s break this down: if this is foreshadowing of what's to come on Thursday, at some point in the day my pants won’t fit, I will cease all conversation with CB for precisely an hour, I’ll get buzzed, then hungry, then sleepy, and all while having to keep my pants on THE WHOLE TIME.

It might get ugly.

But this is kind of a very big deal, you guys, this whole going to Thanksgiving with CB thing, and I totally want to get invited back. So while I’m working on memorizing the flow chart of people in attendance, while bracing myself for the fact that I may have to eat in the garage and/or get head butted and/or body slammed by the pants-optional culprit from this weekend, I’m also really not wanting to be CB’s lame-o girlfriend who ate too much stuffing and fell asleep at 7.

It’s been known to happen.

But whatever, it’s going to be the best. The only thing better would be if my family was here with me, but since I’m gracing them with my glittery presence in less than a month, I figured I should spare them some peace on at least one national holiday.

So in honor of this momentous occasion and, you know, the holiday itself, I’d like to give thanks this week for the randomness and awesomeness that is this thing I call my life. And I figured I’d start off by thanking all of YOU, the readers who check out the blog every day or week or month – if you’re reading this right now, I’m thanking you!

I started this earlier in the year so that Courtney would quit bugging me already, and it’s grown into something I couldn’t even imagine. Reading your comments, hearing you reference a post, seeing CB’s popularity grow and grow as he becomes a larger than life voice of reason for the ever crazier events of his completely sane and always stable girlfriend…..all of it has enriched these last several months in ways you couldn’t even imagine.

So I’m thankful for you and am looking forward to the next year of whatever lies ahead. 

Happy Monday, everyone! What are you thankful for this year?

Confidential to an early adopter of the blog: 

Happy birthday!