late night session
My eyes are completely green right now. I wonder what that means. My dad says they’re gray when I’m lying. Crying also makes them turn a funky color. Perhaps green is an indication that I’m tipping the scales of sobriety. Will let me drink too much tonight. Correction: I let Will let me drink too much tonight. Two glasses of champagne and a glass of wine on an empty stomach topped off with a coffee flavored mouse au chocolat - probably not the best choice for dinner at 11 o’clock at night. Thankfully I had my wits about me just enough to refuse that fourth glass. I shouldn’t pat myself on the back to quickly there, as I very well could have stopped after the first glass. Then again, I couldn’t just not celebrate with Will, right. It was his last night on the job, as a wine waiter in a posh restaurant in the upscale Louvre quartier. We did a bit of celebrating a couple weeks ago when he bought a rather expensive bottle of wine for the MP clan. Yes, but that was celebrating his decision to resign. Tonight/last night actually closed the deal. As long as these kinds of celebrations don’t appear on a regular basis, I figure there isn’t too much harm in it. I say this as I look over at the newly purchased wine glasses on my refrigerator (which, by the way, serves as storage space), just itching to be used. They’ll probably be itching for a long time; I never bring anyone to my room.