I’ve been very lucky to have grown up and kept my two childhood friends. It’s been almost two decades and we’ve often heard it’s rare for friends to stay friends for so long. Through elementary and high school and college and even when we started working, we always made it a priority to hang out and get super drunk every weekend.
Let me paint a picture. Two summers ago. Saturday night. We were at the local cantina. Surprise surprise. Alex, Oscar and I hunkered down in our designated corner. Not sure if it was because of the sweltering heat or because of we are a competitive breed, but we were drinking like fish. Talks soon turned to what the after hours plans would be.
“Let’s hit the strip club” said Oscar.
While not my preferred place to lounge, I had an excess of liquid courage and said that I was down to clown.
“It’s near last call every place is closing” said Alex.
And as of right on cue the waitress came with our final pitcher of beers and the bill.
“Well, I’m still cool to chill if you guys are” I said, wiping beer froth from my mouth.