Go pick up my little brother.
Pick up my boyfriend.
Drive 6 hours to my sister’s.
Hope my other siblings meet us there.
Spend the last four hours in a giant, sibling-and-niece-and-nephew-and-sister-in-law pile.
Booze excessively for the last hour.
Probably wake up the next morning feeling awfully embarrassed that Y2K 2.0 was also a huge bust.
And also hungover enough to wish the earth actually did explode.
Source: QUORA
