In the great city of Chicago, when the sun is shinning, day drinking becomes not just an activity but a sport...outside tables and chairs line busy streets, all in the name of outdoor drinking and eating...I'm not even talking about the swanky roof top bars and scenes that pepper the city. I'm far too old and well large for those spots...granted, being funny gets me into spots a normal fat guy couldn't get unless you're a rich fatty...
Anyway...I took full advantage of the day...but by 1pm I was pretty well toasty...which is glorious...makes you feel special...like you're doing something that most people can't...which is ridiculous because anyone can drink early in the day...I mean look at all the bar flies pounding drinks in dark bars...but when the sun is shining and add a cold drink in a friend's backyard the troubles just seem to melt away...until of course...when the hangover literally starts hitting at about 5pm...then you realize...drinking later and just passing out really is how this should be and not trying to stay awake and act normal into the evening...that is the sacrifice...the fun of day drinking is definitely worth the pain but what is the proper transition when you get older...I mean as a young person, you'd simply continue to pound drinks...but when older...and with kids...that's simply not an option...especially with two small kids...kids that want to eat...and play...and need a bath...and have homework...and and and
Growing up is an odd path...and although it may be painful every now and again...there's always time to have a couple of oat sodas or cocktails during during normal business hours...so stay thirsty...
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