A List at 1:30am

1. Why is it so much easier to write when I have half a bottle of wine in me? For that matter, why do I think that everyone is better at writing than me? Let’s face it: I have Hemmingway’s curse.
   
   
2. I talk a lot about friendship in this space, but one person I have neglected to mention here is Debbie and her other half, Brian. They are ever constant, amazing people. Their Boxing Day Party yesterday was the stuff of legends, much like all of Debbie’s parties. Did I ever tell you that Debbie was the person to get me through my first hangover? She’s like the fun aunt/best big sister you could ever hope for. And since I’m a sucker for men with British accents (and of course since he’s really her perfect match) I love Brian too. Tonight’s dinner was fantastic, you guys. (Obviously, considering the hour I am composing this little list)
   
   
3. I love you too, Nicholas James. You know exactly why too.
   
   
4. Compliments I was paid tonight: "You always look good," "You’re such an angel," "No, really darling, you’re like a breath of fresh air," and "You’re a bloody brilliant editor."
   
   
5. I just may become addicted to clove cigarettes. Blame Gary.
   
   
6. Damien Rice is fucking brilliant. His song, "Cheers, Darling" has just gotten me through the night. [ETA: And his song "Rootless Tree" is rocking my afternoon.]
   
   
7. Shout out to Amanda H. I haven’t seen you in about three billion years and we picked up just like we never left off. That, right there is the thing I love the most about 141.
   
   
8. While I’m shouting out to Amandas, I would like to shout out to Amanda B. Thanks for a wonderful Saturday night. ‘
   
   
9. What, you want more? Any more and it would be spoiling you. It’s time for another clove and then bed. It’s 2am and I have work tomorrow, y’all. Good night and God Bless. I promise to elaborate on some of these ideas later.