Tembea na chaser, you never know where the party will find you and other December shenanigans...

I promise this isn't a scene from a fictional movie, but a reality that many of us experience, especially during the festive season.

December is arguably the most popular month of the year. Perhaps it's because it marks the end of the year as we eagerly await the arrival of a new one, or perhaps it's the festive spirit that seems to give everyone a reason to drink anytime, anywhere.

From the December 1st to the 31st, it's a blur of indulgence - eating huge portions of food and drinking non-stop.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the idea of YOLO (You Only Live Once) and living life to the full. But let's stop and talk about what really happens in December, when the party literally finds you instead of you finding it.

It's only at this time of year that you might go out to buy milk and suddenly find yourself at a party or in a club. This may sound like a myth, but for Agnes Wairimu it's a true story.

"I live in Kiamunyi and on that Saturday I had been out clubbing the night before and decided to rest. My parents sent me to Supa Kay supermarket to buy milk and bread for breakfast. I bought the items and started walking back home, near GaiGai Hardware," she explains.

On her way home, she met a group of friends who were heading to the Hideout Lounge for the Oldies and Soul event.

"They convinced me to join them, saying we'd only be there for an hour. So we went and before I knew it, the place was packed and we were in full party mode. There was no way I was going to leave, so I texted my mum to let her know I was out with friends," Agnes laughs.

"We stayed until about 12.30am and then decided to go to 7D. We danced until morning and I only realised it was 6.30am when I checked my phone. The Aluta session didn't really satisfy us, so we left the club and my friends dropped me off at home with bread and milk in hand. At least I made it back in time for breakfast," she jokes.

Simon Wachira's story is a little different. "On Christmas Eve, I swore I wouldn't go out because I wanted to wake up early and travel to Gilgil to celebrate with my family. Late that night, I went to my neighbour's apartment to pick up my laptop for the trip," he recalls.

"When I arrived, he was with a group of his friends. Let's just say they were more than tipsy - the music was blaring and they were all dancing. They invited me to join them for a drink, and I thought, 'One shot of tequila wouldn't hurt. Well, a shot turned into half a bottle," says Simon.

The next thing Simon remembers is waking up in the early hours of the morning to the sound of Christmas carols and a terrible headache. When he checked the time, it was 10 a.m.

"I couldn't travel home in that state, so I spent Christmas nursing my hangover. I ended up travelling the next day," he concludes.