The whole point of a bar is, I look in your eyes, you look in my eyes, we've never met each other before, we talk, we get to know each other, have a drink together, and the great end of that story is we get married someday.
And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...
"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."
But the trouble is that when you drink it, you invariably meet other people drinking it.
None of my friends are big posters - we're old school. We text, phone and meet up and have a beer or have a curry.
After five o’clock we all drink the same booze.
Cocktails and food are social.
Nothing in Nature's sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high-- Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
You have another little drink, and I'll have another little drink, and maybe we can work up some real family feeling here.
