Back when I was drinking, I loved the holiday season, because it was a time of year when getting blasted was perfectly acceptable.
Eat, drink and be merry? Hey, I'm just following the rules here.
Between open bars, champagne toasts and office parties, the month of December was one long pub crawl for me, and if I drank too much — and I always drank too much — I could absolve myself on Jan. 1, when I swore to a bunch of resolutions I would inevitably break about two weeks later.
I've made so many false promises on New Year's Day, you'd think I was running for office.