During the family New Year’s celebration last night, I had a small glass of champagne (well, not quite champagne, but a similar, sweeter drink that my parents thought I might like better). Unfortunately, I can scratch it from the list of beverages I’ll be enjoying in the future, as I found the flavor comparable to the gastric acid component of vomit.

I finished the glass, but quickly switched my New Year’s drink to Sprite.

Also, last night, my sister voted me the "least normal-looking" member of the family.
