Home Alone for the Holidays
The evidence. Photo by Emily Lerman / LAist.
The holiday season is a time for reflection. We’ve all been fortunate enough to make it through another year relatively unscathed; sometimes we stick out our hands to help those around us, and sometimes the hands reach out for us, but any way you look at it, there’s a lot that we’ve all done for each other, and ourselves. so when you finally sit down to relax this season, really try to reflect.
And we don’t mean like ‘ooh, I’m sipping some spiked egg nog’ drunk. Get ‘fall out of your chair, yelling quotes from the film at the top of your lungs, debating the do-ability of older brother Buzz, and experiencing childlike wonderment when John Candy steps on screen’ drunk. After all, what better way to reflect than with one of the quintessential holiday films of any generation. No matter where you are in your life, it’s time really get your game face on, and start drinkin’ with Macaulay, The Wet Bandits, and that one scary-ass tarantula.
Below is a play by play analysis of the film Home Alone by drunk LAisters, Emily Lerman and Farley Elliott, who performed the exact procedure mentioned above. All of the live blogging for this event was done while intoxicated, and presented in the same format (with all of the original errors), for your enjoyment. Hopefully you can follow along, and just maybe a few of our pearls of intoxicated intelligence will resonate with you this season. Either way, we recommend you break out some of grandpa’s old cough medicine and give this one a go for yourself.