Self-reflection

It’s only an absinthe daquiri…

On Sunday morning I woke up fully clothed with my contact lenses still in and glitter all over my bed. I couldn't remember how I got there and feared that finding out would unleash a series of mortifying flashbacks. We'd had a houseparty. I was drinking from a mug and can only assume that by… Continue reading It’s only an absinthe daquiri…