Anyone who knows me knows… I love a good happy hour! Actually I usually refer to it as “HH” because happy hour takes too long to say and I say it A LOT.
Care to join me?
If we were at happy hour right now, I would be enjoying an amber ale, thinking of autumn and falling leaves and Halloween. I’m kinda jealous of all those people who are SO into Halloween that they carve 100 pumpkins and dress up like Lady Godiva and shop all year long for decorations and have doorbells that chime like a cackling witch. Okay, maybe not.
If I were at happy hour right now, I would be with my besties; chilling, relaxing and dishing. We would be planning a trip or complimenting each others’ hair or reminiscing about this or that. We would be supporting one of us through a rough time with their kid or their job. We would be navigating our lives with the background noise of a bar; clinking glasses, smiling faces and laughter. Always the laughs.
If I were at happy hour right now, I would be wearing make-up. Most of the time I cannot deal with that shit.
If I were at happy hour right now, I would be happy to be sitting. Seems like I never sit down. My ass perpetually longs for a place to sit itself, but most of the day it has to settle for the seat of my car between shuttling to and fro. Plus, my aging body is clunky and sore all the time from just doing the regular stuff. Maybe it’s better I stand.
If I were at happy hour right now, I would be grateful to have a break from my children. But also, I would be grateful for the space to recognize what great humans they really are. Despite the inside out skinny jeans on their bedroom floors with the underwear still attached.
If I were at happy hour right now, it might with my husband at the end of a long week. I’m so in love with my happy-hour husband. He is so fucking cool. We drink, we’re alone, we talk about sex baby, it’s like 1995 again! When we start to talk about depressing things like politics or aging, I try to change the subject back to the 90’s, like grunge and Seinfeld.
If I were at happy hour right now, and you didn’t know me, I am the short brunette (keeping the gray at bay, people) with long hair. I am most likely laughing and throwing my head back as I do (I don’t know, it’s a thing). I will be wearing jeans and probably a sweater as I am always cold. In my hand will be a cold brew and on my plate will be some kind of yumminess involving cheese or meat.
In any event, if I were at happy hour right now, I’d be happy:)
Thanks to Barbara Paulsen at tandemechoes.com for the photo.