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Streets of (Sauza) Gold

So Jan and I decided we needed the cool air of night to satisfy our need to feel drunk in nature. A bottle of Sauza Gold, two perfectly sliced green limes snug in a Ziplock bag, a mini salt shaker, and an mp3 player with one pair of headphones, and we were ready to go outside and get drunk. Before we left, we loaded my iPod with plenty of Nina Simone and made a pact that at midnight we'd each get an earphone and listen to "Feeling Good." And we were feeling oh-so-good. I was cold, but the heat in my chest felt erotic -- thanks to Nina's sultry raw voice in my ear and the host of fine-looking males passing us by. It was all 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 driver to run them over seems pretty out of control.

"Get her therapy!" shouted the cab driver, before swerving around my shoes.

I'm sure 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, like-minded friend. It's exhilarating.

Anyway, just got home and I am sobering up -- thanks to a cheap cup of coffee from a 24-hour 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, writing this, and waiting for my turn to bask in the glory of soap and hot water. Then we're going to bed...together. I think I'll masturbate before five a.m. Ha! That's not something I usually need to do when lying in bed with a man. But....

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