I was out having a couple of quiet beers with a friend last Monday. At one point I wandered off to the restroom and returned to find a couple of tequila shots on the bar. I’d been having a great night but it was the beginning of the week – I just couldn’t put myself through it.
“Sorry Stevie,” I apologised. “I have a big week of work ahead.”
“All the more reason to let loose,” he said.
I laughed. “I mean I don’t want to feel like shit while I’m there.”
“Why not?” He shrugged his shoulders. “You’re already doing something you don’t like; who cares how shit you feel? It’s better than pulling up rough on your day off.”
I drank the shot and bought another round. I haven’t had a sober weeknight since.
“Sorry Stevie,” I apologised. “I have a big week of work ahead.”
“All the more reason to let loose,” he said.
I laughed. “I mean I don’t want to feel like shit while I’m there.”
“Why not?” He shrugged his shoulders. “You’re already doing something you don’t like; who cares how shit you feel? It’s better than pulling up rough on your day off.”
I drank the shot and bought another round. I haven’t had a sober weeknight since.