I like to drink. I love to have a glass of wine while cooking, or a cocktail after work.
Or a few glasses, maybe.
Whitman likes to drink. Same thing. Cocktail hour, wine with dinner, etc.
Or cocktail “hours,” that is.
Somehow, when we’re together, it seems like I get “DRUNKER” than usual. I think he does, too.
I don’t think that I actually drink that much MORE.
Maybe I’m love-drunk. Maybe he fucks me until I FEEL drunk.
Maybe the sum of the two of us together equals more drunky-ness than each of us individually.
So, during ‘cocktail hours,’ just like in the rest of our life together…the two of us together are SO MUCH MORE than we are by ourselves. I love it.
Is it five o’clock yet?
I’m suddenly having a picture of Topper and Marion, or Nick and Nora tippling at the Ritz.
Thanks, Tom! I’m flattered (Nick and Nora, how cute)!
I like to think of it as Don and Betty Draper, but yes, same concept…
:)