Okay, M.C., your initials are finally here, documenting beverages at Sapphire Hotel last night and also, your role in the title for this entry. Feel better? I have been remiss.
Not to repeat myself here, but I am getting old. I'm aging. Last night I had two lemon drops, licking all the sugar from the rim of the cocktail glass, let anything get wasted, and I woke at 2am with a slamming headache. I assume: cheap vodka. But tasty, sweet and tart. After 3 motrin and three huge glasses of water, something has got to kick in soon. I cannot stand to be sick.
I had lots of writing ideas last night, so excited by them I jotted them on a napkin. Where is that napkin now?
Who knows?
Someone is running around this town with my napkin? And that person is stealing my brilliant ideas?
Am I still drunk?
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