Monday, January 05, 2004

New Year's Eve at John's was even-keeled and uneventful – no good drugs, no one had sex with a stranger, no one became spectacularly sick over the fire escape let's say, or even into a potted plant. The most raucous moment was when Sean knocked over a bottle of red wine. The clap it made on the floor cut through music and conversation, people gave a generous berth to the red splatter and gazed upon it with worried wonder.