On the day before I turned 30, I woke up in the same state I had been in throughout much of my twenties; incredibly, deathly hungover. My best intentions to take it easy, drink water between each drink, eat something before drinking, and only drink red wine didn’t work, exactly the way they hadn’t worked… Continue reading The Last Day of My Twenties + A Decade of Hangovers
After they’d slammed the door for the fifth time and they’d yelled at girls in a room on the floor above to come and see what some guy had just put on Snapchat, I yelled “SHUT UP!”
I’m nostalgic for that time because I didn’t feel the pressure of getting older or the “should” factor.
If I can manage to hold back the tears until we say goodbye, I do, and then let loose as soon as I hang up. If I can’t, I ask them a question I know they’ll take a long time to answer, put myself on mute and sob.
Can you pinpoint the moment that you started questioning your life? I can. It happened at an expensive sushi restaurant in Tribeca.
"Inevitably, irrevocably; happy birthday? No such thing." - Jerry Seinfeld