A Dive Bar On Christmas

I've gotten wild on a lot of holidays, but Christmas was not one of those. That is, until this year!

Christmas day was pretty traditional. Christmas night? That's a different story...

From left to right, you will find my big brother Michael, our friend Adam, and Will enjoying stogies and scotch. This was meant to be a relaxing "man" thing, but once they took my dad on in pool and got a few beers in my mom...it was party on. 

Just when I was all funned out {yes, I'm an old woman}, I heard my mom mention The Trail {neighborhood dive bar}, and boy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoing! I was instantly ready to go again. There is something about partying with your parents that just makes it more exciting, and throw in the fact that your are getting down and dirty at The Trail? Pure awesomeness.

Just missing our big sis and our little brother. 

We totally would have brought Marc if we wouldn't have gotten arrested.

Did I mention that there were crazy storm warnings? We didn't just go out on Christmas; We braved a storm! That is some determination.

You know you love our reindeer antlers. Such an amazing Dollar Store find.

A dolla' makes me holla!

Our parents were pretty much the life of the party too.

Daddio, was a pool shark:

And mom was taking Irish Car Bombs with the boys. Yes, I said Bomb(s), as in multiple.

Evidenced here:

I would just like to take a moment to simply thank my parents for being so effing cool. You guys have always been "rad" parents, and obviously great at child rearing {Hello? My siblings and I turned out awesome}, but now I can truly appreciate how kick-ass y'all are.

I can now check this off my bucket list ;)