It’s not often I DD, honestly. Especially when headed to a new-to-us bar. But when I saw how hammered you were, I was very glad to be the sober one.
The hour drive home with your drunk-ass telling me how much you like me but are scared to say any other time.. .I’m glad you had the liquid courage to spill your guts. Your stories get way better after you drink. Your singing, not so much. I loved that 3 to 4am span last weekend, and yes, I still like you.
PS.. also much love to the cop who came over to my car in the parking lot of the bar to ask if I was sober. I certainly was, but I’m sure many others who hit the road were not. Thank you for doing your job.—the most patient DD in the South End
This article appears in Apr 1-7, 2010.