Love Hurts

Apparently I still have a ways to go before my recovery is complete.

At the wedding on Saturday night, I found myself standing at the bar and catching with my friend G. As G is a life-long Yankees fan, the talk soon turned to the ALCS series, and the painful way the Red Sox lost game seven.

The bartender happened to over hear us discussing this topic, and thrust herself into the conversation by informing us that she was a big Yankees fan. In fact, she said, she was terribly disappointed that she didn't get to enjoy a parade for a Yankees World Series victory, and wasn't that sad?

I looked at her. I looked at G. I looked at her again.

'Oh, fuck your parade."

I said with a smile though. She was, after all, the gatekeeper of the beer.