Slow Motion

I may or may not be drunk while writing this. 

Yes, on a school night. This is so 20s and 30s for me. Maybe even some of my early 40s. 

Any more, I mostly  - I said MOSTLY - only drink on weekends. But remember when you were in college and Thursdays kind of counted as 'the weekend'?  

So............that. 

It was a work happy hour, which hadn't happened since before Covid. I honestly though it was tomorrow (or today, as you're reading this), but it popped up in Outlook that it started "in 15 minutes". It takes longer to walk to my car. 

But...........I thought.....what the fuck. It's a beer - I'll be seen and go. 

Well, one beer turned into three.  Mort - they had a Land Grant they swore was made only for them. I don't believe it. And it had the word 'Pine" in the name, and it did indeed smell and taste like I was drinking pine 

I met a few people, but I got to talk to very few of us who are left with whom I started. With Covid, so many positions and folks in my line have moved on. But one of my faves was there:  Dick. 

Yes. Dick. Not Richard.  He's Dick, and he's the III'd. 

I can't say for sure if he was drunk or not. But he did this 'trick' with a cardboard coaster. I made him repeat it 2x so I could film in slo-mo. 

I hope it comes out here. 

Song by: Blondie