Last night I decided to partake in some charity work. I know not for what charity.
The usual crowd. Jumped up City folk. Brown nosers. Conservative and out-of-touch suits. Snotty jokes. Misguided comments.
It was the perfect excuse. To blow money I couldn't afford on a dress. To eat eggs that come from quail and steaks that come from any animal other than the vintage cow. To drink champagne and snort cocaine with the rest. To take the party to a large hotel suite into the wee hours. To have wasted sex with the fellow employee who always drags me kicking and screaming through the night. To wake up in the image of a distressed prom queen. To take coke at 9am in preparation for the company meeting.
Today though, I tie my hair back. I give my presentation. I phone H and act like nothing happened.
He asks me what my pick-me-up was, I tell him coffee.
Until next time let us all raise our glasses to the poverty-stricken, the homeless, the ill and the decrepit. What a fulfilling and life affirming task last night was.