just lower your face into it and drink
dinner party at mo's where i was unable to get any shots besides people stirring things on the stove, followed by birthday party at the russian vodka lounge. an expert bartendress tapped my shoulder, gave me a glass with two golfball-sized olives in it to hold, then poured a belvedere martini up to the rim. then the girl to my left bumped into me, things started to get hectic, and mark, the birthday boy, said just lower your face into it and drink before it spills.
it can be awkward getting to know the new boyfriends and girlfriends of your close friends. there's the whole getting left behind thing that you have to face and get over as quickly as possible—it's immature and not like you want your friends to be single like you forever and it gets on your nerves when the shoe's on the other foot. but what's harder to get over is meeting the new people and thinking oh. this is what my friend was looking for. and walking away with a feeling maybe similar to the one you got the first time you paid a lot of money for a haircut or restaurant meal.
posted March 09, 2003 in delivery