Yesterday I left work early to go for a hike with my friend. I am helping her train for our climb up Mt Rainier in May. After the hike we went to a cozy restaurant to grab an appetizer. We happened to arrive at the establishment of choice right about the happy hour time and the bar area was packed. And it happened to be packed with pretty people. The up and coming males dressed in designer suits with a little black devices on their ears – they are only a couple of steps from the borg as far as I can tell. And they are smiling and joking with the women. The women have a similar version of the suit, only their’s is a slim black skirt and they can’t wear the black device on their ear as it does not match the small, but elegant pearl earrings. They hold a large glass of red wine. Oh the glass is not full of wine. It is only 1/3 full. That is how it is served, to get the full aroma and breathing, or whatever.
I am making fun of them, but at the beginning of January I could have easily been in that crowd. Today I am with my friend and I am trying to figure out how I am going to look cool with a glass of water. Not only will I not be holding a fancy beverage but we just finished up a hike. My hair up in a sweaty ponytail and my eyes are still tearing from the cold wind. My cheeks are frosty red and my nose has not stopped running yet. We opt to sit in the restaurant instead of the bar area while we plan the rest of our training days for the month.
This scene starts me thinking about a thought pattern I used to have. I remember going to events and wondering how people could survive if they did not serve the magic juice. I would go to a friend’s gathering, like a Tupperware party or something similar and if there was not wine or beer, I would wonder how everyone was getting by. I would go to the ballet and complain that the intermission was only 15 minutes. How am I supposed to stand in line, get my wine and drink it in 15 minutes? It somehow never occurred to me to not get the wine. No, I would stand in line, get the wine and then chug it. This seemed perfectly rationale to me. It got so bad I started to wonder how the movie theaters got away with not serving alcohol. Once at a baby shower I was shocked that there was only juice, milk and water being served. I did not say anything, but inside, I could not believe it. Looking back, I am shocked at my thought patterns. But I am comforted too. My thought patterns are changing. I was happily comfortable, even proud to sit with my friend drinking water while we talked about Mt. Rainier. Yes, I am changing.
I am making fun of them, but at the beginning of January I could have easily been in that crowd. Today I am with my friend and I am trying to figure out how I am going to look cool with a glass of water. Not only will I not be holding a fancy beverage but we just finished up a hike. My hair up in a sweaty ponytail and my eyes are still tearing from the cold wind. My cheeks are frosty red and my nose has not stopped running yet. We opt to sit in the restaurant instead of the bar area while we plan the rest of our training days for the month.
This scene starts me thinking about a thought pattern I used to have. I remember going to events and wondering how people could survive if they did not serve the magic juice. I would go to a friend’s gathering, like a Tupperware party or something similar and if there was not wine or beer, I would wonder how everyone was getting by. I would go to the ballet and complain that the intermission was only 15 minutes. How am I supposed to stand in line, get my wine and drink it in 15 minutes? It somehow never occurred to me to not get the wine. No, I would stand in line, get the wine and then chug it. This seemed perfectly rationale to me. It got so bad I started to wonder how the movie theaters got away with not serving alcohol. Once at a baby shower I was shocked that there was only juice, milk and water being served. I did not say anything, but inside, I could not believe it. Looking back, I am shocked at my thought patterns. But I am comforted too. My thought patterns are changing. I was happily comfortable, even proud to sit with my friend drinking water while we talked about Mt. Rainier. Yes, I am changing.
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