To the bottle I go!

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
 -J.R.R. Tolkien 
 

I’m doing this project for parents everywhere, dads in particular, who love their kids enough to need a drink after a long day of parenting. Scratch that, maybe you need that drink to get through a long day of parenting. You work hard to make sure your kids are well fed, well educated, well loved, and that means suffering through the spectrum of outrageous behavior that we lovingly call the “formative years”.

 

They say that when you care it hurts, right? So what better way to ease the pain than with a good Old Fashioned, Don Draper style, at the end of a hard day. But there is some weird stigma in ‘Murica these days about drinking around children that I just don’t understand. When I was a young lad, it was de rigueur for my old man to crack open a beer after work as part of the decompression routine.

 

I remember it being a particular honor to be the one selected to “get me a beer” when he needed a recharge. As one of six, I could tell where I was in the pecking order if I got to run to the fridge for dad’s next Heineken (the pinnacle of class in South Jersey).

 

So parents, you know what I am talking about – when you need it, that clandestine drink is your escape to an oasis of sanity at the end of (or sometimes the middle of) a hard day. Sail to the islands with a Mai Tai, mix a bit of nostalgia in an Old Fashioned, or crack open that bottle of imperial stout you’ve been saving for a special occasion. There’s no time like now for a great drink, because it’s always 1700 somewhere.