We could have raised our weary heads at 4am to join the other crazies in line at Target, hellbent on doorbuster deals and 2-for-1 socks. We could have hibernated in Long Beach, nursing our tryptophan hangovers with more food and old episodes of 30 Rock. We could have stayed in bed till 2pm or watched a movie or spent a catatonic day in front of Netflix. We could have done all those things.
But where's the fun in that?