Some musings…
It’s been almost three years since I have had a drink. April 20, 2007, Yes 4/20 was last the time I imbibed. Funny how drunks have such good memories. My wife recently asked me if I could have just one margarita. My reply was “can you just eat one piece of popcorn?” We owned a restaurant back in New York with the most kick-ass margaritas you could ever have. On a typical night I would have at least four if not seven or eight. So not only can I have one margarita, but in no known universe can I eat one kernel of popcorn.
Why is eating out or eating together a traditional social event? Frankly, I would much rather eat than talk. And aren’t you not supposed to speak while you are eating? Makes no sense to me. Social gatherings should take place around booze, weed, or just foods like chips and guac… or something similarly finished quickly. It’s annoying to think of electrifying dialogue when you are famished or just plain hungry. Let me eat, be happy and then I will talk with you.
