Originally Posted by
connop1 
e I've had:
"You can't have the last drink of your legendary drinking career be a can of pre-mixed vodka and cranberry. Why not go down the shop get yourself a ridiculously priced bottle of champagne and end the drinking-era in real style?"
One other thought, an equally silly and serious thought maybe. I think a part of me fell in love with the mythology and romance of the self-destructive, tragic, boozy poet/artist/comedian/actor/musician types. .
My last drink was crappy airplane wine, warm and cheap. Oh well, better than a memory of a frosty martini.
And yup, my bookshelves are filled with tormented alcoholic writers. I don't think I will be reading Dorothy Parker or John Cheever for a long time…..