Each January Boo's friend throw a big bash with giant Jenga, flip cup, beer pong - the works. It's aptly titled January Kegger. It's happened for years now. Last year, my first attempt at January Kegger, I came down with the flu and had 102 fever and sat on the couch in coat, hat, gloves, scarf and more shivering until I gave up and went home to soup, a heater and medicine. I MUST attend this year.
Lo and behold, a conflict. Maybe it isn't a conflict to anyone else, but this is MY tradition. This is something I've done every year for almost a decade now that I hold very near and dear to my heart. Miss America is LIVE on TLC the exact same night and start time as January Kegger.
The only reason this isn't an absolute, total and complete disaster is because of the invention of DVR. But it's just not the same. And I know there is no chance in the universe that I could ever get anyone to understand what a big sacrifice this is for me. And I am not being sarcastic, although I can imagine that most people would think I was joking about the whole pageant thing to begin with. However, I am not. I promise you.
Oh, boo hiss.
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