Tears rolling down my nose, unable to breathe type of laughter. I’m fine. A little bruised, but she was right. I fell—it didn’t kill me. It’s easy to stand back up and start again, knowing a bout of laughter is the worst I have to look forward to.
Wandering Central Park. I’d like to sled down a hill, just one time.
This will undoubtedly become the new video that you and your friends turn on when you’re drunk-interneting at the end of the night.
And if you really feel like getting into the spirit, add some alcohol to the mix! Everyone else is already drunk, so you might as well put in a solid effort to catch up with the rest.