Dear beer,
Thanks for last night. I had such an amazing time with you and your friends.
You were incredible.
I’m sorry I initially resisted the urge to see you, but deep down I knew I would cave.
I had a long day and needed to relax. All the other beverages told me not to turn to you, which was mostly the cause for my hesitation.
They said you wouldn’t treat me right.
My stomach even chimed in, saying you were too rough on her sometimes. She’s finicky so I didn’t take her pleas seriously.
Vodka screamed the loudest. She tried to point out that sometimes you make me feel like I hit my head repeatedly against the wall.
I promptly reminded her that feeling doesn’t come until the morning after we hang out, and it’s only if I spend a lot of time with you.
I told her I just wouldn’t spend the night with you. We both know that was a lie, but one I was willing to make.
Vodka has her faults too. She can be bitter at times, and she doesn’t always get along with my stomach either. No one does.
I knew I didn’t need bitter last night. I needed you.
I practically ran to your cold embrace, holding you ever-so-tightly by the neck. I know that’s how you like to be held.
Don’t deny it.
Our time together was perfect, and although we had to part too soon, I want you to know I will cherish what we shared.
I’m looking forward to our next get-together.
Maybe she can bring Mary Jane along to kind of balance out the evening. eh?
An excellent idea….hypothetically, of course.