I am hilarious, therefore I have hilarious friends.
Every year, for the last seven, I've been invited to a particular friend's Naughty or Nice Secret Santa Party, which basically ends up being a drunken, gift stealing, free for all where we all talk at each other at the top of our lungs, at the same time. The evening inevitably degenerates into us all very sloppily telling each other how pretty we all are and how much we love each other.
I LOVE THIS PARTY. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
It is everything, about girlfriends, that is good and right. It's only a week away!
This, therefore, seemed apropos: