Last night I attended my first virtual happy hour. I chose beer instead of wine- which is always more sensible in my case. After 2 beers, I might be a bit cheeky- but after 2 glasses of wine? Let’s just say I don’t need that on social media.
I’ve always been a happy person. I know that what I enjoy, and I guess I’m lucky in that regard. I’m always surprised when I ask friends what makes them truly joyful- and they really have to stop and think. Do we just stop being happy after our 20’s or something? Where is it mandated that life has to get in the way and start sucking the life out of you?
I grabbed the harp last night and tried to bang out Margaritaville for my online friends. The dogs left the room. I thought it wasn’t half bad, but my two in-house critics thought it wasn’t half good, apparently. At least my online gal pals were supportive. Of course, they were probably three sheets to the wind. We agreed to meet again on Friday. I’ll be prepared this time. I’m going with a rendition of “Where Oh Where Are You Tonight?” and a nice cabernet.
Good times.
Harp, Wine, and K9's 