Tag: Bloody Mary’s

SCRIPT: Under Surveillance

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Disclaimer: This Story is a Work of Fiction, Except for the Parts that Aren’t. -- EXT: Daytime -- A busy street in Bangkok, Thailand. A short man with dark hair and a designer messenger bag strapped to his chest hops on a scooter and takes off across town. The scenery...Read More

BLOG: Jeeves, Get the Whiskey

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Thursday. Post-election. Full Moon. Lantern festival last night. We have all the ingredients we need to make some grade-A Irish Bog Witch's Brew. I followed my regular writing routine yesterday. Coffee stand in the morning. A bit of yoga to calm the mind and get focused. Giant salad for lunch....Read More

BLOG: A New Hope

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Wednesday in Thailand. It is still Tuesday in the US. Election Day. A New Hope for the Future comes to us today from New York City. It is the only good news I have received from home in a very long while. We are all New Yorkers today. The news...Read More

BLOG: Men Ain’t Shit!

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Tuesday morning. At the coffee stand. Chatting with the lady who lived up on the Peak in Hong Kong. Love her comforting housekeeper energy today. It’s like coming home to sit at the kitchen counter with her and she’s listening to me cry about my day while she makes a...Read More

BLOG: Mark Antony

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Okay. What in the literal Star Wars Padme Amidala Decoy Shit was THAT?! The twist no one saw coming. Wow. Okay. Um so this just happened. Need some time to process. Okay so I went to the bar. As per usual. There the bartender was ready to spill all the...Read More

BLOG: The Cursed Betta Fish

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Saturday night. Out on the town alone. Found my way to a charming little French café that specializes in wine and charcuterie boards. I wish I could say I’m living my best life right now, but I’m not. The first half of my day was okay. Someone from the shala...Read More

BLOG: It Is Whatever the Eff It Is

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Friday night. Graduated from yoga school again today. It should feel like a bigger moment, but… it doesn’t. It feels like I took a bunch of pretty pictures for Instagram and now it’s over and that’s it. It’s done. It’s over. Time to pack up all my shit and move...Read More