A Regular
Becoming a regular at a bar is an interesting experience for
me. I haven’t done this in decades. But I am just regular enough at one of my
neighborhood establishments that some of the staff knows my name and my usual
drink preference. That’s a cool feeling.
And that was my plan.
It worked.
So tonight I went there for a glass of wine and dinner. Two hours and three glasses of wine later I
left with some of the most amazing conversations ringing in my head. Nice chats with the bartendender/co-owner and
three sets of customers. I tried
something on the menu I hadn’t tried before and it was pretty good. One of the customer chats was with two interns
from my work whom I had not met before, even though their work spot in the
office is within fifty feet of my office.
Great conversation with two young ladies at the end of college and
beginning of their potential careers – very cool experience hearing their
perspective.
I would not call myself a barfly but it is actually a little
out of my norm to hang out at a bar.
Alone. I haven’t really done this
much since college. But this place is
especially friendly and it feeds my intense curiosity about people.
Anyway, I am now writing this as I wind down and, well,
sober up so I can get some sleep. Long
day tomorrow but fortunately with an intended late start. And I’ll probably be at my ‘joint’ again
tomorrow night. I really am a regular
now. Cheers!
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