When you’re tired of drinking coke.
When you are trying to lose weight.
When the sun is shining.
When your boss isn’t watching.
When it’s been awhile since you’ve gotten out of bed.
When, like me, you feel like the perfect hostess at the bar and want to take the next step in the evolution of your own drink and beverage.
I’m going to tell you a story.
A story that will change your life.
It happened to me.
I remember when I was in high school and drinking co-ke.
It was summer.
My friends and I were getting drunk and I wasn’t.
I was just drinking beer and Coke.
I felt fine.
The next day, I was sitting on my front porch, trying to remember the time when I had drank co-kool-aid and the time I had eaten co-starches.
My memory is hazy.
Maybe it was about 3 p.m. or 4 p.k.
Maybe I was at home, watching TV.
Or maybe I was out for a walk.
Or, maybe, my friend or I were in a car with my mom, driving around town.
I couldn’t remember anything.
I just felt so, so good.
I walked outside to have a beer.
I could smell the sweet scent of coke wafting out of my lungs.
I took a deep breath and looked down at the ground.
My mom had a beer in my hand.
The first thing I said to her was, “You drink beer?”
She replied, “Yes, Mom.”
And then she turned to me and said, “What’s that smell?”
I said, and then I looked back at the sky.
I looked up.
It wasn’t that I couldn, or didn’t, recognize that smell.
I didn’t think about it, but I knew.
It smelled like Coors Light.
And that was when it all changed.
It didn’t take me long to realize that the first time I took my first drink was a gift from a stranger.
It may not have been the same first drink that I’d had at the party that I loved and shared with my friends, but it was still a special first drink.
When I was 18, I moved to Florida and began working at the beach resort in Coconut Creek.
I began drinking and my life was never the same.
I loved it there.
I’d wake up and drink a pint of Coors or an ounce of Bud Light.
But the night before I had my first beer, I decided I wanted to take a trip to a different part of the country.
The beach resort was a little bit farther away than I’d been before and the only way to get there was to get a ride with a friend.
We drove around town and talked for a bit.
And then, one morning, the guy in the car pulled up to the beach house.
“Hey, how you doing?” he asked.
I said “I’m doing fine.”
“Are you ready to drink?” he said.
I replied, I didn.
“Well, you don’t have to, I just want to make sure you’re all right,” he said, walking back to his car.
I had a moment of doubt.
Was this just some kind of prank?
I asked myself.
Then I remembered a lesson I’d learned in my first year at school: You can always tell when a guy has been drinking because his face will flush up.
And I knew right then and there that I was going to be the perfect bartender for my friend, who is now a married father of two and a father of a baby, to share his experience with me.
And so I asked my friend to come down to my house.
We parked outside and sat on a bench in the backyard.
He had a Coke and I was drinking a Bud Light, the only thing I could find in the bar.
The whole thing was happening so fast, I couldn-t even tell you how much time it took to do it.
I wasn’t drunk.
I only felt like I was, but there were so many factors going on.
I realized I didn’ t have much control over what I drank.
And it was all because of my friend.
After I’d done my first sip, he grabbed my hand and said: “You know what, I’m ready to go.”
I told him I was.
I turned to him and said with my best poker face: “I’ve never taken a drink from you before.
You should give me one.”
He said, No.
No, you shouldn’t.
He didn’t want to do that to me, but he knew what he had to do to be able to do so.
He walked up to my table and I had to wait for him to finish the drink.
I grabbed his glass and threw it back at him