This is what comes from having cranberry juice and vodka on an empty stomach. This buzz is very pleasant, though. Maybe if the writer thing falls through, I should consider becoming a bartender so I can spread this joy.
In the meantime, I will amuse my drunken little old self by seeing how much of the dialog I can recite along with the characters from Godfather II:
"I didn't ask who gave the order, because it had nothing to do with business!"
"Old man Roth would never come here, but Johnny knows these places like the back of his hand."
"I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart!"
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Bartender, I'll have one of those, too.
ReplyDeleteHoohoo, sounds like a fun night!
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