turn down the lights, turn down the bed

It's Saturday night and I'm sitting in, enjoying a drink and listening to music, because that's what I feel like doing. I took a swig of Renee's brandy only to confirm that I am in fact not a liquor girl.
As pretentious as it sounds, I find I am most inspired to write when I'm a glass of red wine deep. Which reminds me of the time I took a flight with Shayna from Stuttgart to London... an older man sat across the aisle from us on the plane and wrote in a leather-bound sketch book while drinking red wine. He seemed so much more interesting than those so-called writers you find sitting at Starbucks. Maybe it's because he wasn't drinking coffee?
We all have our vices.

This holiday season has been good to me so far. Boy do I have some big New Year's resolutions. This is going to be the year I finally get a good job. The idea of being a real adult scares me a little , but I want grown up things. I think it's about time.
It may be irresponsible, but as soon as I start making real money, I'm sending myself on a little vacation. My passport has been sitting in a drawer for too long.