Bars & Chairs

In light of the new year approaching, here are a few thoughts about what it takes for me to drink. To celebrate my return from Texas, I went out with friends. I love doing that – it’s a good way to catch up and let loose a little. However, as the universe has it, one thing always stands, quite literally, between me and a great night out, and that’s the dreadful bar chair.

I absolutely hate bar chairs. One has to climb to get on them, there’s always a risk of falling (which gets higher once I’ve drank), and they’re uncomfortable. Therefor, going out requires careful consideration: am I in the right company, so I’ll feel free enough to ask for help? How much can I drink, taking into account the complexity of the maneuver I had to pull to sit down? And so even when I’m finally drinking, I never stop thinking.