What follows is an email from the Drunken Mouse, sent yesterday and still amusing me today: Had a few drinks last night and you were a momentary topic of conversation: OVERHEARD ABOUT JEN HUBLEY IN NEW YORK Drunk 1: So your friend Jen… Drunken Mouse: Yeah? Drunk 1: She is a good drinker. Drunken Mouse: ThatContinue reading “Recent Email From the Mouse”
Sgt Lucky: Where’s the corkscrew? Me: In my purse. (Off his look.) What?
Lily: Do you use twitter? I’ve been told that if I don’t, I can’t call myself a modern woman. Which is funny, because there’s not much I would rather NOT be. Me: Oh, I don’t think that’s true. I thought cigarettes were supposed to make us modern women. Or wait – was it loneliness? IContinue reading “Economic Indicator: Booze Consumption Goes up”
This is the most accurate picture of me in years: Artwork by J. Longo (aka X-eyed drunk on the left.)
My weekend, in bullet form: I did my taxes. I’m actually getting money back, which never happens. I’m not sure why. Everyone else I know takes their refunds and buys a small Caribbean island with them. I went to three birthday parties. I will definitely need that tax refund now. There were a lot ofContinue reading “Even More Random Than Usual”
Sometimes, New York knows I’m falling out of love, and then she pulls out all the stops. Tonight, I went to a show, which I never do, and then I went out for drinks, which I do too often. A boy talked to me. He was much too young. I made him play a game.Continue reading “Back in the Day, It Just Went Without Saying at All”
My friend the Reverend and I hunkered down over beers this evening, as you do, and discussed true love. It is the Rev’s feeling that one is not in love until one is loved back. “Mutual trust,” said the Rev. “Otherwise, is it even real?” Now before you get all crazy, let me tell you:Continue reading “Twue Wuv”
The Mouse has a lady, so he’s much better behaved these days. Still, you can’t treat a drunken mouse sober tricks, or something, so it wasn’t really a total surprise when we found ourselves out late on a school night, lurching toward a diner and singing while the Mouse kicked over trashcans. “Hey,” I said,Continue reading “Return of the Mouse”
Mouse: I’m tired. Tired. I need to go home. Me: One more bar. Mouse: No! Sleep! Suze: Are we going to the Library? Me: No, sadly. The Mouse has to go home and fall asleep on his pink sheets.Mouse: (Knocking over a glass.) Fuck you! Get your hat! We’re going!