Before I finished that second glass of Jack on the rocks (but after I started it).
Before I spiked my cocoa with Goldschlager.
Before I spiked my cocoa with Bailey’s.
Before I spiked my cocoa with Frangelico.
Before I stopped paying attention to what I put in my cocoa.
Before I attempted to play the piano.
Before I realized I couldn’t even play the piano with one finger.
Before I tried to lead an a capella rendition of “O Little Town of Bethlehem.”
Before I failed at leading a round of Christmas carols.
Before I realized Neil was recording my futile musical attempts on my computer for his Christmahanukwanzaakah concert.
Before I broke the VCR.
Before I spilled half a gallon of milk on the table trying to make more cocoa.
Before I passed out on the couch (which may also have been before some of the guests left the party).
Before I woke up in a puddle of drool at 11:30pm wondering where everyone went.
Before I spent four hours wishing I could fall asleep.
Before I spent Monday wishing I was dead.
All was calm. All was bright.