After a very modest dinner of slices and root beer at Rosario's, we head over to Verlaine where I meet my maker. Happy hour until 10 p.m. The evening's hemlock? The Lemongrass Mule:
Lemongrass infused vodka
Vanilla
Muddled fresh ginger, lime, & lemon
Ginger ale
So delicious and dangerously drinkable. Totes hungover. Thank god I got a window seat on the local train this morning. I slept all the way to work til my mouth hung open and dried out.
But good to know that with pacing and dinner in my belly, I can hit the sauce without upchuck. Have I been deluding myself into teetotalitarianism for the last two years?
I usually get tea with my morning bun from my Chinese baker boyfriend by the train station. On particularly rough mornings, I get the acidic rocket fuel coffee instead. Now he likes to guess what I'm going to have, so I know I look like crap when he asks me, as he did this morning, "Cafe?"
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