I haven't decided yet: is it really cool to be home alone drinking Negronis (Gin + vermouth + Campari) on New Year's Eve or is it just a sign of how pathetic my social life is? Don't answer that.
Happy New Year! As I said below, one of my New Year's resolutions is to update this site Monday through Friday. Lots of stuff in the backlog that I'll start to get caught up on tomorrow.
Don't feel bad about staying in.
The night was cold and stormy, the wind blew the snow horizontal and the roads were impassable. Anyone who went out in that didn't stand much of a chance of surival.
The dame I was with said she knew real men who'd go out in any kind of weather.
I said, "Okay Sweet Thang! You get out there and shovel out the Buick."
She did and when I wasn't looking she took off in it with my best coat, my .38 Smith & Wesson and my best full bottle of Jack Daniels.
It was going to be one of those nights.
An hour later a car came skidding and fish-tailing down the parking lot and stopped in front of my place. Cops. I could tell by the bump of the siren on the roof of the Ford. The snow was still sweeping by so thick you could've made soup outta it if it wasn't so cold.
One of the cops got out of the Black-and-White and hurried up the steps to my building. I heard my buzzer go off but thought I'd make him wait a minute and earn his taxpayers wage.
I opened the door and stood in his way so he couldn't come in.
"Out collecting for the Policeman's Ball?" I asked him.
"You Malloy?" he said without a shiver as he held the lapels closed on his coat.
"Why?" I asked.
"You know a dame name of Clarissa Effelwitter?"
"Yeah, why?" I asked.
"We found her in your '48 Buick up the road carrying your .38 and a half drunk bottle of cheap booze," he said.
"That bottle was full and it's Jack Daniels!" I said.
"Yeah," he said. "Like I said, cheap booze," as his breadth spread the smell of cheap whisky across my nostrils like he wanted me to know something.
"What's she doin' up there?" I asked.
"Why don't you go ask her. She's wrapped around a telephone pole with your Buick, but I don't think she's talking to anyone." he said.
"The insurance's paid," I told him.
"Good. Ma' Bell 'll want to know about that," he said.
That's the kinda New Year's Eve I had.
Posted by: Bruce Amaro | Saturday, January 03, 2009 at 05:51 PM
So much for every day updates. Nothing in the backlog?
As for your choice of drinks, I would have gone for something different.
Posted by: Mr. Mayor | Monday, January 05, 2009 at 02:54 PM