When Stephanie asked me to write a post about drinking
bitters while bitter, I wasn’t insulted. It would be irresponsible of me at
this point to alienate the few friends I’ve retained by taking offense when
they recognize the personality I’ve so assiduously built for myself. And
obviously, it was meant to be taken lightly, a wink to my grumpish tendencies
rather than a pointed, passive-aggressive warning that I’d better perk the fuck up, already. So it didn’t
bother me.
