New Year's Eve, 1989
I'm living in Sicily at the time, still very wounded by the 'Dear John' letter I had received from the girl I thought I was going to marry.
I started off the morning by opening the bar and drinking a fifth of scotch. After going to the bathroom and having something to eat, I decided that it was time to party.
I walked over to a friend's room where we drank several gin and tonics before we headed over to a party. There I drank beer and ate chili until I realized that I needed to go wait by the phone for the call that I was scheduled to get from my mom.
I grabbed a bottle of Dom Perignon and drank it while I waited for the phone to ring. I had a brief conversation with mom, and then went back to the bar to keep celebrating until midnight.
Around 2:00 in the morning I crawled my way home and up the staircase to my room.
middle-aged, wannabe-hipster, dilettante