Normally, I celebrate with la cucaracha. Yes, I’m taking Spanish, or was taking Spanish, and I try to tie it in somewhere–anywhere, everywhere I can. You know, keep it up during my semester studying Hebrew?
Anyways, when I celebrate, I celebrate. Nobody’s implying mixed drinks. Nobody’s implying shots like crazy or work-hard-play-hard mentalities. Just a nice glass of cider. The non-alcoholic kind.
And that to me is a party.