digestives and bitters
saw an ad on myspace for those of us looking for someone to kiss at midnight.
it's been years since i've had someone to kiss at midnight.
in fact, the last time i can remember kissing someone on new year's eve was my senior year in high school. a group of us snuck into the biltmore hotel, took the elevator to the top floor, took the next elevator to the top of the top, hopped over a gate, went up a set of stairs, jimmied open a locked door with a credit card, propped it open with i don't remember what, and indulged our fearless selves with an incredible view of the heart of coral gables on a perfect, dewy south florida december night.
and we climbed a spiral staircase up to another lookout tower. and on the way down that staircase, i was the last in line, the rest of the group in front of us, and mike durham in front of me, who turned at the last minute, and planted one right on my lips.
those were good times. whoever next ends up kissing me at midnight has some stiff competition.
it's been years since i've had someone to kiss at midnight.
in fact, the last time i can remember kissing someone on new year's eve was my senior year in high school. a group of us snuck into the biltmore hotel, took the elevator to the top floor, took the next elevator to the top of the top, hopped over a gate, went up a set of stairs, jimmied open a locked door with a credit card, propped it open with i don't remember what, and indulged our fearless selves with an incredible view of the heart of coral gables on a perfect, dewy south florida december night.
and we climbed a spiral staircase up to another lookout tower. and on the way down that staircase, i was the last in line, the rest of the group in front of us, and mike durham in front of me, who turned at the last minute, and planted one right on my lips.
those were good times. whoever next ends up kissing me at midnight has some stiff competition.