As a usual non-drinker, I have found ways to entertain myself in
environments with alcohol. At first, it wasn’t easy.
Last year in
my virgin sober days , I would find myself drooling at the site of a yellowish,
frothing can of Bud. Over a year later, I find that I'll generally stay sober
for most social activities, but still tilt off the wagon for special events
such as being in the fashion show, WHY Wednesdays? at my former place of
employment, etc. And the NEIGHBORHOOD festival was indeed a
special event.
When Kerry (owner/proprietor of The Right
Bank) said the Bud was a flowing from the outside bar at $2 a pop, I
figured ‘What the hell?’ Since it was early afternoon and the rice
krispie treats I had gobbled for breakfast were gnawing a hole at my bulging
stomach, it was time to take a walk on the wild side. And a wild side it was!
Every time I lifted the plastic cup to my lips I was interrupted by
someone calling my name, or some hot man insisting on making me forget where my
mouth is—causing me to spill my beer down my front and making me wet in
two places. 10 beers later, I may have asked random people if they wanted to
have a breakfast date that consisted of "sliding eggs" the next morning. I may
have even told people how I haven't passed gas that much in ages.
While
I didn’t get any action, I did see a lot of people that I wouldn't have
minded playing chess with. And I won't blame that on the $2 cups of Bud. Thank
you Right Bank, for opening up your outside bar for our kick-off
festival. And thanks Bud, for allowing me roll through 15 hours of
work/stress/fun like a tumbleweed in the wind. |
Ms. Isaacson has been on and off the wagon unsteadily for 28
years now. Good luck, angel. |
