this morning #1665.
this morning, two days past my last drink, i actually felt somewhat better. actually not dragging. slight pep in my step. when an old friend asked if i wanted to join him for happy hour after work, i didn’t think twice. took him up on his offer. thirty minutes after leaving the office, i had a delicious IPA in my hand. scanned the place for a good seat. these two dudes sitting at the bar seemed like they were ready to leave. one was clearly nursing his beer, talking the other’s ear off. the dude listening obviously wanted out so i opted to help him & also benefit myself. asked him if i could snag their seat when they leave. he said “totally.” eyed “thanks” to me & within minutes, i was sitting at the bar with a beer. waiting for my pal to arrive.