I was never a big fan of late Friday night drinking. I’ve always been more of a happy hour type person who liked to get in and out before the bar gets crazy. I’ve had several favorite watering holes over the years and I always looked forward to shooting the bull with friends and looking at the pretty girls in the bar. Yeah, I know I’m old, but an old guy can still look.
That’s changed now. I don’t pay much attention to happy hour anymore.
It may surprise you, but since moving to Covington, I’ve only gone to a bar once to drink. I’m kind of out of the habit.
For me now, it’s more enjoyable to have a friend over and drink in the comfort of my apartment. No doubt the bullshit smoking ban has something to do with this change. While I don’t smoke a lot anymore, I hate having to go outside to light up when at a bar. At home, I’m my own boss.
It’s usually just guys who come over. I haven’t yet figured out a way to get girls to my place. That’s the only thing I miss about happy hours in bars. The looking.
(Image found on Google)