I never liked my old drinking buddies enough to seek out their company sober.
I’ve never gotten bombed with new buds in my life come to think of it.
Plus, the one relationship I rekindled that I care most about maintaining is a college bud whose been sober for 15 years.
I still like my gummies, but the idea of meeting up with old drinking buds for drinks offers less appeal than saying grace whenever my mother-in-law launches into a grace at our own Jewish observing house that sports a Big Mouth Moses Nutcracker to freak out fiercely protective gentiles at large in November before expecting a complete monopoly of Christmas decorations for December in full and the following 3 lazy stash away months that follow.
Year Without Beer, is shaping up nicely, my belly too, Challah. Thank you very much.