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goodbye, vodka.
because of you, i woke up in nestor's girlfriend's mother's shower with cold water running on me and my dress half-off when i was 17. i resolved never to drink you again.
unfortunately, all the VIP tables at the CocoRosie art basel show in 2007 were graced with a huge, free bottle of you and i am not one to pass up free, quality booze... even if it IS something that had gotten me ever so sick a decade before. "hey, maybe it's time, ten years was a long time ago", i thought to myself. anyway, i was so uber-stoked to be there at all, so what the hell... i imbibed you. i had an amazing time at the show, but managed to lose a shoe, so i threw the other shoe away and walked all of south beach in my bare feet and ended up face-planting out of a taxi at the end of the night.
i guess i just don't learn, because yesterday i chose to drink you again and today i feel like death. i have never craved sobriety so badly. it's FINALLY starting to taper off, now, at 8pm. feeling of death is subsiding thanks to my spending THE ENTIRE DAY IN BED and thanks to my boyfriend bringing me soup on his lunch break.
so this is the final goodbye, vodka. you won't be seeing the likes of me around anymore. i wish i could thank you for the good times, but since all you ever did was make me sick or give me a faux goatie during art basel, i really can't. this is sweet adieu.
because of you, i woke up in nestor's girlfriend's mother's shower with cold water running on me and my dress half-off when i was 17. i resolved never to drink you again.
unfortunately, all the VIP tables at the CocoRosie art basel show in 2007 were graced with a huge, free bottle of you and i am not one to pass up free, quality booze... even if it IS something that had gotten me ever so sick a decade before. "hey, maybe it's time, ten years was a long time ago", i thought to myself. anyway, i was so uber-stoked to be there at all, so what the hell... i imbibed you. i had an amazing time at the show, but managed to lose a shoe, so i threw the other shoe away and walked all of south beach in my bare feet and ended up face-planting out of a taxi at the end of the night.
i guess i just don't learn, because yesterday i chose to drink you again and today i feel like death. i have never craved sobriety so badly. it's FINALLY starting to taper off, now, at 8pm. feeling of death is subsiding thanks to my spending THE ENTIRE DAY IN BED and thanks to my boyfriend bringing me soup on his lunch break.
so this is the final goodbye, vodka. you won't be seeing the likes of me around anymore. i wish i could thank you for the good times, but since all you ever did was make me sick or give me a faux goatie during art basel, i really can't. this is sweet adieu.