The suggested reading on my Kindle have similar covers. Empty bottles lay limp and sometimes wine pours itself into a quirky title. Another is the figure of a woman blurred, either the back of her head or her legs, too ashamed to face the camera.
Tomorrow’s New Years Eve and it’s terrifying. How do you celebrate booze-free? OD on caramel ice-cream instead?
Last week, my boyfriend’s friend visited and we stayed out until morning, destroying a few boxes of cigarettes a night, and sinking endless pints of beer. On the third morning, one arose to find an eye sealed-shut, covered in a spray of purple, while the other had a sore egg-like growth on the back of his head.
The whole week was a blur of McDonald’s and cheap beer, encircled by a strange language in cloudy bars. By the end of the week, when the friend left, we hid in an eerie hostel with darkened halls, where obscene paintings stretched ahead as you climbed the stairs. The most memorable was a topless woman getting her nipple tweaked on a bus, while another man robbed her.
Now we’re living in the forest and working hard to get money back up. Christmas was drenched in vino tino and plasticy beer and I’m sure tomorrow holds the potential to plummet us into a dark, tangled mess.
This will be the first sober New Years Eve for 12 years, so we’re planning to eat pizza overlooking the sunset and feel the gentle shift into a new decade.
Happy New Years guys!
swirlygirl* 