drinking with Jo
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Sydney, 2001.03.02
Tonight we were out celebrating Jo's 28th birthday. I started the evening out by plying her with Tiquila. She said - in quite a wobbly state some hours later - that I was a bad man, but that was 'why we love you'. It's true, people love me cos I buy them drinks on their birthday.