An open letter to liquid.
Dear Water:
Oh water. One day we'll be able to live harmoniously and I will be able to consume you in normal increments throughout the day. I'll be hydrated, and you'll have a home in my belly and, consequently, the toilet, and you'll go back to the place you came from. Oh water, when will this utopian lifestyle come to be?
Severely dehydrated and refusing to drink you,
Suzy
Why do I hate drinking so much? It's not just water. I just generally hate drinking. Unless it's whiskey.
Which, coincidentally, I drank a lot of this weekend.
Which went as follows...
ray lamontagne ballet dance party in my underwear.
catching up whilst out on the town with a friend.
wii tennis drunkards.
wake-up, egg sandwich, back to bed.
food shopping in the pouring rain.
potato burrito dinner party for some lovely friends.
birthday celebration for John Tarzan.
dart game.
drawing party.
fork jewelery.
cupcake wars.
visit from mama.
LIRR.
the strand bookstore.
dylan thomas books.
union square crack head bench.
making a friend. camo ken. with linda the dog.
my ryan.
unpleasant news.
grumpiness.
coldcoldcold.
lil bookstore in the west village.
a lot of old people in the hamper.
coffee at the waverly diner.
getting over it.
cab uptown.
you are the best thing.
sunday kind of love.
a well needed visit with jackie.
baskin robbins cookies and creme.
eating ice cream in the cold streets of ny.
talking to roman in Italy via skype.
doing a dance.
laughing.
blockheads with ryan.
looking.
staring.
looking.
laughing.
eating.
enjoying life.
to the max.
drunkie.
johnny foxes.
penn station.
12:01 train to babylon.
laughing with strangers.
spontaneous dancing and singing party on the train.
making new friends.
while drunk.
and tired.
and longing
to
be
back
on the UES.
with
him.