If i were a superhero, my special power would be the ability to sabotage everyone's happiness (my own included) with a single act. I am a master of disappointments. Flame on.
Last night Steven and I went out to dinner at the psychedelic Indian restaurant on 1st ave. We bought beers at the grocery store downstairs, except Steven didn't have any cash. I got some nameless light beer and he got a Karma lager, which I paid for. Halfway through dinner we noticed that in fact, once opened, the Karma had gone bad. The significance is not lost on me.
Tonight I'm a go-go boy.