Yesterday for Solstice, my husband and I both came down with colds, and the baby vomited all over herself and her high chair.
Happy Solstice everybody.
Why interrupt a good thing? Of COURSE drunkeness and debauchery. With a purpose.
I sacrificed (IYKWIM) a virgin (so to speak). 
Since it’s Sorry Night I plan to stay inside, think happy thoughts, and avoid being possessed by a vour. You?