Or a Blanche, or ten. Whatever. That was a magnificent drunk last night. Great fun!! Of course, horrifically embarrassing, I'm sure, but who hasn't been there. It just felt so good to just let it all go. To be the nasty drunk in the corner, and not the fucking Go To girl for every little thing. To pretend to be fabulous and pretty and young and amazing, and not think about The Sentinel, or work, or stories, or my messy house, or late mailouts or loneliness or anything like that. Apparently when I left there were still five drinks there *L* Ah, but I killed a bottle of Southern, enjoyed a few shooters with the boss, took lots of pictures, and on top of that, we made lots of money for APSS. Oh, and the PtCS number went really well. But more than that, those GenQ kids were freaking amazing!! They work so hard! I was fine today--dehydrated, of course, but nothing major. Even ate a little. Mitchell kept me company for a while. I mostly napped.
Work is terrific. Taking some getting used to, but holy crap, what a difference it makes not to talk to customers!! I didn't realize it til my first day--I could feel it in my shoulders!! So I have to work hard and get really really good so they let me stay! :) And it was so dead on Thurs--happy turkey day, Americans! that I got lots of work done on my M/K story and should have it to Ursula by Monday. And then I can get back to my novel. The Worst Dancers In The World, my story for the M/Sk zine, is almost done too, although I have a couple weeks yet for that one.
My computer messed up while I was burning a Christmas disc and I haven't had the balls to try again. Tomorrow I guess.
Oh, and get this: I was so drunk last night I slept in my bed *LOL
Okay, gotta book. Leeland wants to go home so I'm going in to bartend early.
GoTo girl, signing off....