Shiny Happy People

People are supposed to be happy on Christmas Eve, right? My aunt and uncle brought me to Lan Kwai Fong. There were lots of people, lots of bars, lots of drinking, lots of smoking. Lots of people drinking and smoking at bars, being happy and such. My uncle suggested that I buy a drink. I thought, "Are you kidding me? Drinking alone is depressing." Which, of course, made me depressed. If I were here with friends, it would've been a different story. I would be having fun, drinking, maybe even making an ass of myself if I were with friends. Except I was with relatives. I wouldn't call that fun. That made me more depressed.