I mentioned the other day my occasional propensity to 'sluttiness', to a rare but shameful disloyalty to my favourite bars. Sometimes even having a drink in a different bar will induce acute pangs of guilt in me; imagine, then, the emotional turmoil I go through when I find myself writing a haiku in a bar other than the Haiku Bar.
Different bar, same old
Haiku. Music, people, drink,
Fun.... and emptiness.
3 comments:
Wow. that's pretty intense and insane loyalty - to a bar.
I'm going to guess that Haiku Bar will get over it, if it ever even hears about your disloyal drink elsewhere.
I totally agree froog. I am almost embarrassed to walk into my local if I missed the previous Friday, and feel I should lie that I was at work rather than in another pub.
It's a dilemma, isn't it? 'Coming clean' would ease your own discomfort, but would upset them unnecessarily. So, you usually adopt a "what they don't know, won't hurt them" approach. But, somehow, they always KNOW.
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