Shameless

It was a regular Thursday. All week I wanted to go this bar know for their specialty cocktails. I called up my cousin and asked her to go with me. I don't know what it was. Maybe because it was almost the weekend but I haven't felt better and it was saying a lot. I just wanted to isolate myself and do nothing lately.

She started to drive to the bar and I started to laugh and get frustrated about her indecisiveness on finding a place to park but we made it. We enter the bar and I see the same bartender that's always seems to be there when I am. I enjoyed his skill and passion for making good drinks.

Cocktail after cocktail. There was no stopping me. I had a new sense of euphoria, confidence. I started talking to everyone at the bar top, the bartender, and the bar backs, making a lot of Titanic references (it's a family thing)  and hell at the end of the night I asked for the bartender's number(I don't suggest this though).

The point of this story it's okay to drink too much sometimes. It's okay to be shameless.