At least the sun was some up…
I met a friend last night for a drink, but he was running late, and I had thirty minutes to kill at the bar by myself. It was 5pm, and the start of Happy Hour, and I was the only patron there.
I got a beer and a bourbon neat. I sat at the end of the bar, and watched as people came in, and I jotted down notes.
I thought about the fact that I really can’t day drink anymore. I mean I could, but I don’t feel right about it. This would be due to the kid. I feel like I need to be sober “just in case” something was to go wrong. So, when I get a moment to drink in the day time, I feel like I am getting away with something.
As I had my beer and bourbon, I thought popped into my head that I hadn’t had in a very long time; I wanted to smoke. I haven’t had a cigarette in four years, and I have no desire to smoke, but it was there for a second in my mind. Like thinking about an ex-girlfriend you never want to see again, but “POP!” – There she is in your head. Not that I was going down that road, but just for a second, I did miss smoking in a bar.
And to be in a bar, to meet a friend, and catch up, and laugh.
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