I Don’t Always Know Why I Drink

But why would I have a drink I don’t need?

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There are times I find myself with a drink in my hand and no legitimate reason for drinking.

Sometimes, I drink because I like wine and I like whiskey. I like the experience of it. I like the feel and taste of the liquor on my palate. That might be reason enough.

I’m just not sure that Friday is really a good enough reason to have a drink in my hand, though.

On Fridays, sometimes I stop on my way home for a glass of wine at a bar I love where the bartenders are amazing people. There’s always a group of crotchety old guys from New York at the end of the bar.

The old guys are loud and tolerate me shouting random things at them from down the bar. Steve is my favorite and is sweet to me. Tom can’t figure out who invited the broad to the party and wants none of my shit. Ever. I still give it.

I don’t go for the wine. It’s mediocre at best. House wine on special for happy hour for $6. What’s inspired is the experience.

Razzing the old guys and talking with the bartender is why I’m there. It’s about community. It’s about getting…