I’m the kind of friend who, when asked to go out for a glass of wine these days...
...orders coffee. It has come to this. Sandwiched between law school work and moonlighting, the welcome pause brings the unwelcome realization that I cannot show up at the shop after a glass of cabernet.
(Ed comments – I have never seen you order red wine for yourself. That’s because cheap white wine is ok, whereas cheap red wine is undrinkable.)
I leave the shop tired, but very aware of the fact that I am just heading home, while so many others are heading out.
I'm glad that I am heading home.