Private: A late-night bar story, and related advice

From “The Lover Who Likes to Talk About How She Would Like to Lower Herself Down into a Bowl of Warm Milk“:

While you were wasting the night in your bedroom, reading, drinking too much orange juice, she was splitting a big bottle of champagne, then switching to Maker’s Mark, smoothing the transition from one to the other with valium….

Her legs give out, her head rolls back, smiling, saying I’m not drunk, I’m not drunk, trying to put on her jacket and scarf as random do-gooder strangers approach to ask if she’s ok, if she knows who you are, as though you dropped something in her drink and were involved in this terribly slow and very public process of abducting her, bothering with her jacket and scarf.