These really are the days. Prosecco, Christmas jumpers and a whole bunch of my favourite people all in one place. I think that qualifies as a good time. A really good time in fact. The locations may have been questionable - when you have to go to every pub in the area as part of the rules, you'll end up in some odd places - but the company is excellent and the wine is plentiful so you can put up with some death stares from the locals. It makes for a better story, anyway. I'm not usually one for traditions - I don't believe that you should do something just because it's been done before - but this little pub crawl is fast becoming my favourite Christmas tradition. They say that friends are the family you choose for yourself, and Christmas is a time for family, after all.
I've never met a group of people who can put away as much alcohol as these ones. As a lightweight, I never make it to the final pub - when you start at 2.30pm then it's perfect acceptable to have a bedtime of 9.30pm, right? In between the pouring of more Prosecco, the clinking of glasses and the swapping of Secret Santa presents there are secrets shared, stories told and reassurances given. Somehow in between all of the gatherings, the parties and the nights out, this (not so) little group of people became some of the most important in my life. It is so fun to share the highs with them, but good to know that they're there for the lows as well.
Christmas, however, is very much a high. Before we go our separate ways, all of us leaving Leeds to travel home to our respective families, it's nice to celebrate together. Merry Christmas, guys. I love you all!