The problem with comitting suicide is you can only do it once. I want to die a thousand times.
Grampa's funeral on monday, got dumped on tuesday. tried to drink myself to death tuesday night. Life is just so fucking great.

So over the weekend my Unit had it's Co. party at the VFW in Brooklyn Park. They had some snacks, a DJ, and (best of all) free drinks. I don't know if any of you know what a 'grog bowl' is, but it's a big punch bowl that you dump any liqueur you can find into, plus some energy drinks and whatever. Luckily I had the foresight to have asked my girlfriend to be my designated driver. Apparently I was so intoxicated that I was stumbling around and falling and getting very affectionate with my little lady. She eventually, after unsuccessfully trying to cut me off several times,  forced me to leave with the help of a few other soldiers (they had to carry me to the door). I can't really remember even leaving, or riding in the car home, or trying to climb out the window on the highway. I do remember that I needed help getting into my pajamas tho, and that I lost my keys (they were in my pocket) and I was having a hard time finding the bed. Then when I went to drill the next day I was informed that I was still drunk and they hid me out of sight in the kitchen. It was a goooooooood party. 

Merry Christmas everyone! I was just wondering if anyone had any family traditions during this happy holiday season? All of my family traditions seem to center around food. ;)