I don’t really ever write drunk, but I’m writing drunk now, because I figured I’d just wait until I stopped being drunk to write, but I’ve been drunk since Sunday night, and it’s Wednesday evening now, so it doesn’t look like I’m going to stop being drunk anytime soon.
On Sunday night, I did a reading in Williamsburg. It was the most sober I’d ever been at a reading. It didn’t go well. My legs were trembling. I promised myself I’d never be sober at a reading ever again.
I got drunk afterwards. Drunk enough that I was laying on the floor in the back of the bookstore while other girls read about like, I don’t know, Zionism or something.
It was Stefan’s birthday and I was hoping to meet up with Caveh and Stefan to celebrate birthday shit in a birthday way. But Caveh had left the birthday festivities as quickly as possible so that he could attempt to seduce a girl who’d just gotten out of