Streets of (Sauza) Gold

So Jan and I decided we needed the cool air of the night to satiate our need to feel drunk with nature. A bottle of Sauza Gold, two perfectly green limes, a salt shaker, and mp3 players, and we were ready to go outside and get drunk. Before we left, we loaded our Ipods with plenty of Nina Simone and made a pact that at midnight, we'd both play "Feeling Good." And we were feeling oh so good. I was cold but the heat in my chest felt so erotic and Nina's sultry raw voice in my ear and the host of fine looking males passing us by was driving me over the edge. "I need to masturbate," I screamed. Jan hushed me and snatched the chewed lime peel from my mouth. I love hanging out with a controlled drinker. No matter how much Jan drinks, he never gets fully drunk. Me? Well...I think kicking off a pair of $250 shoes and telling a cab to run them over is pretty out of control.

"Get her therapy," said the cabbie, before swerving around the shoes.

I think I yelled back, "Eat my therapy."

How irresponsible of me to be drunk in public, right? Not really. It's fun when you don't want to do the club scene or deal with snobby parties on the North Shore. Just go outside walking, jamming on your Ipod, with a close friend. It's pretty orgasmic.

Anyway, just got in and I am sobering up -- thanks to the cheap cup of coffee from an all night diner. That's all it takes for me. Jan's in the shower, singing in Swedish and I'm sprawled out naked on the floor, on my laptop, waiting for my turn. Then we're going to bed together. I think I'll masturbate before five a.m. Not something I usually need to do when laying in bed with a man. But....