We started drinking vodka and OJ at 10AM. You can imagine where the day went from there.
I still remember one of the first Mother's Day I ever celebrated. I wasn't even 5 years old yet but I had managed to wake up super early in the morning to surprise my dear mother with breakfast in bed. She awoke to find me hard at work in the kitchen greasing every single pot, pan, cookie sheet and bowl with crisco. Of course, I didn't know how to cook a thing but I had seen her grease a casserole dish before and thought that must be her secret to a fabulous meal.
A hundred and fifty years later, here I am in New York City celebrating Mother's Day with friends. We managed to polish off three bottles of vodka before spilling out into the streets of New York City for a fun-filled evening with friends at Crisis to celebrate our friend, Cynthia Powell's, birthday.
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