It was always a secret dream of mine to have a local bar that I referred to as my bar and everyone would know what I meant. A bar where I knew the bartenders, knew the regulars, had my own drink. I have that and it is perfect. There is karaoke, I am friends with the owner on Facebook, the delightful bartender with the beautiful tattoos starts making my drink as soon as I walk in.
Yet I did not know for sure that the bar felt the same as I did until last week. You may have guessed from my previous hangover post that I needed some recovery time from the bar. My friend, whom I shall call Anna as she is the Anna to my Elsa (yes, those are going to be our Halloween costumes), and I always go together and between the two of us we were busy / recovering / etc and didn’t make it back for three weeks.
When I walked in the door the bartender shrieked “Well look who decided to show up!”
The karaoke DJ shouted “Check you out waltzing in here after all this time!”
And another regular chimed in with “We thought you’d actually abandoned us!”
I have never felt so loved. So go forth, I say, and find your own dreams. Make them come true. Even if your dreams are to further your alcoholism in a socially acceptable way. No judgment here.