There is this little neighborhood bar where I used to go occasionally. On my way home from work, usually on Friday, I’d stop off for one or two beers and play TriPeaks on the bar-top video game machine. It was a good way to unwind just a little, especially when the week had been very stressful.
Pekers is one of those places where the bartenders know all the customers by name, generally waving and greeting you when you come through the door, and they have your drink ready by the time you get to a bar stool. The customers all know one another too, and it is not unusual for folks to give one another rides home just to make sure they get home safe when they’ve had a few too many. Even if you are like me and only go in there once or twice a month, you eventually become a “regular” and everyone knows your name. Hmmm.. Why do I suddenly feel as if I’m a character in a Garth Brooks song? 😉 ♬♫♪♩ I’ve got friends in low places… ♩♪♫♬
The day I lost my job, I did what many of us would do when we needed to sit and think, I went to my local watering hole and I had a beer. My inner domestic diva was trying to sway me toward going to a park and consuming three or four pints of Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk, but the beer won out. 😉
So, I walk in, Read the rest of this entry