There is something magical about being this drunk in the middle of winter. It is freezing cold by the side of the road, but I feel giddy and warm.
I have a nagging feeling that something is missing, and that maybe I've left something in the car. Where is the car anyway? Didn't they say they would come back for me soon? I walk a few feet to get my blood flowing again. I giggle hysterically when I almost trip, because my stiletto heel hooks between my toes and gets stuck in my pantyhose. I rip a...
Published on December 14, 2009 05:40