End-of-Week Exhale

I learned something about myself tonight: I need a glass of wine after work on Fridays. If I don’t get that one, crisp, cool, calming drink, I get angry.

Tonight, instead of having my One with conversation, my opportunity to exhale and shake off the tensions of the week, I ended up at McFaddens: the most claustrophobic and overcrowded and loud and obnoxious meat market full of “young people” drinking simply to get wasted.
There is no worst place for a breather.