Drinking

I romanticize the idea of having a drink.

When I picture myself at a to-do in a cocktail dress with my heels going click click and my lips all slimy with dark lipstick, I’m slinky with a glass of red wine in my hand.

I see myself having macho fun at a poker table gripping a beer bottle by the neck.

And when i imagine a cold night by the fire, it’s complete with a hot buttered rum.

But I’m a lousy drinker. More than two and I’m sleepy, dizzy and starting a headache. And if I’m having two, I’d better have water in between.

I used to work at an iconic restaurant and bar across from the university in Boulder called The Sink. Fun fact: Robert Redford was once a janitor there.

At this bar there are murals and sayings on the wall, and the bartender supplies markers for customers to add graffiti of their own.

Someone once left a gem that struck a chord with me:

One to be social

Two for the toast

Three and I’m under the table

Four and I’m under the host.

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8 Responses to “Drinking”

  1. roberto Says:

    This delusional self image also applies to how most people think of themselves as sex machines. They envision themselves as hot lovers, when in reality, if they watched themselves performing the act on video, and compare and contrast with professional porn actors, they might realize their shortcomings (so to speak). Same is true for those who think they can sing, or dance or golf, etc., etc. Better not to record yourself so that you can live happily with your illusions.

  2. Toni Says:

    those are illusions? great.
    the only thing that isn’t depressing about that is that i never thought i was a good golfer.

  3. Lori Says:

    Do not buy that game “sing star” then.
    It is a game where you sing like karaoke. But it also records you.

  4. gunky Says:

    you are blessed!

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