I tried to walk by the front desk as quickly as I could.I could feel her eyes on me.On the brown bag.She knew it wasn't wine and she knew I could not wait to open what was behind the paper.She had seen my kind before.The drunk, checking in alone at one of the year's most popular holidays.No family.A sad soul.

I wasn't a drunk and she didn't understand.Who the hell was she to judge me!She had no idea what I was going through, what I was feeling.Feeling?What was I ...