You know how some people party like it's 1999? Well, on New Year's Eve 1999, I did something even better, or stranger. While most folks worried about the Y2K apocalypse, stocking up on canned beans and bottled water, I was busy painting myself green and silver and preparing to dance with senior citizens dressed as... Continue Reading →
Love and Vomit: A New Year’s Eve Story
I wiped barf from my chin with the washcloth Chris had handed me. “I’m sorry!” I said to my new husband, from my seat on the floor in the doorway to our bathroom. I had chocolate martini vomit on my shirt, my chin, and the floor. He laughed and replied, “This is nothing! I was... Continue Reading →