I was at the movie "Titanic" the night G overdosed and died. It was the winter of 1997 and "Titanic" was a pretty big deal. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so I made my boyfriend take me. He wasn't happy because our friends were having what they called a wine party that night and he would have to miss it for what he considered a moronic movie. I enjoyed the movie and even shed a tear at the end. He did not.
What we did not know was that our friends were having much more than just wine at that party. I don'