John Giorno’s ear…


From last night’s dinner at the Sculpture Center. One of our hosts was a wine professional, so we were presented with two glasses of different German whites, grilled duck breasts from the Webers stationed in the sculpture garden and four different ports. By the time the fifth one was coming out, I had to make my excuses and weave my way back home, where a grumpy Lehigh eyed me suspiciously before deigning to come outside to pee. Today, my first hangover in years is licking its way around the backs of my eyeballs.

I know I was a little drunk because at the end of the evening I started up a maudlin online chat with a friend who sized up the situation and gave me a good talking to. Thanks hon.

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