New Years Eve/Day: Amaryllis

I can attest to the fact that alcohol has an affect on your thoughts and actions. I had a few glasses of wine, lets guess maybe five in total for the dozen times that I got up to add just a little more to my glass; oh, and champagne of course to celebrate at the end of the countdown. Well, a mischievous little evil got into me, lets call her Amaryllis, and it proceeded into a seductive scheme with a painful end. Amaryllis whispered a few sweet nothings…or more like a lot of perverted somethings, and made a lot of promises of sexual favors…then at some point she passes out in a bus…woke in the wee hours of the morning and puked the food that got into her stomach a little too late at night – and that was the end of her.