Happy Hour – the American past time where coworkers and friends meet to enjoy each others company, spend money, and get drunk. Well at least drink.
Here’s the thing, I’m not on this journey to discourage anyone from drinking, or to say drinking is bad. But drinking is bad for me. I say that because I don’t like the person I become when I drink. This is hard to admit, but I am not a nice person when I drink. Now it doesn’t happen every time, but it happens enough.First step’s are admitting, so here I am, admitting my faults. So this is where Bent Beginnings begins.
Now, Happy Hour… why does it matter if I missed it? Who cares… Well, I do, and the monthly scheduled Happy Hour’s are a great way for me to connect with members of the club I joined. But my question is why can’t we…
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