I Lost My Best Friend of Two Decades To Trump
The heart is cruel above all things
We were good girls who drank. We pregamed with Rumple Minze, Goldschläger, and 151, and we winced as the drink burned down our throat. We pounded 50-cent drafts and staggered home. We held our drink until we held our hair back — but the drink was the one thing we couldn’t let go.