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