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Friday, May 23, 2014

Sober in New Orleans - Part 2

He took me to a bar with friends. I sipped an orange juice. I have to remember to ask for it without ice. I have to figure out how to order it without getting it in a big juice glass with a straw. "I'd like a screwdriver, hold the vodka"? Sounds like a tool. I don't drink screwdrivers except at home when it's just vodka and whatever.

Last night I finally went out to eat by myself. I had truffle mac n cheese. I sat at the bar so as not to look so pathetic by myself. It was a whiskey bar and 3 feet away from me 33 whiskeys looked at me longingly.

He started using the word "hotel" as the world uses the word "home." "Going hotel." "I'll be hotel in 10."

I'm going to use "sober" as the world uses the word "drunk." "I'm an angry sober." "I have a lot less fun now that I'm a sober."


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