fifteen minutes early and 3.5 months late

as of 11:45 last night, i am finally done with my incomplete. now i can in good conscience drink the bottle of prosecco ginny brought before my last week of school in december. tho it was not a gift meant in reward for finishing, it became a symbol for it, and so all winter and through the very late beginning of spring here in ny (i.e., last week), that beribboned bottle has sat atop my fridge, taunting me with the knowledge that i have made it halfway through the program without managing to finish my first semester. but now. it is time to drink. at 8:56am saturday morning. yeah. no. instead, it's time to go to the whitney biennial.