2/22/2011

Why We Go to Bars

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The other day I was on a dinner date with my room mate and friends at a bar just up the street from my apartment. It's not an especially overpriced or fancy bar, but it isn't trashy either. It's a total upper middle class establishment. I ordered Blue Moon on draft (my jam, my life, orange slice, take me to heaven). When I finished it, she offered a refill but I decided to try the Blue Moon seasonal (Blue Moon Winter Abbey Ale, also so good). When I got the bill at the end of the night, though, the price tag on the Winter ale was 10 dollars!!! I was appalled that I had spent that much money on a bottle of beer. And, indeed, we left the bar and went straight to the liquor store where I bought a six pack of the same beer for 9 bucks. A six pack!!! So this brings the following question to mind: why do we go to bars? Why would we pay so much more for alcohol when we could drink it for so much cheaper at home? Here's what I came up with...


1) No one likes to drink alone. There is something about alcohol that just begs for company. If I am ever drinking alone then I have either suffered something overly emotional or I have become an alcoholic.

2) It's a good place to meet people. I have met so many interesting people in bars. I met this guy once who offered me cocaine and wanted to sleep on my couch. The same night, I met a guy named Walt once who told me his life story and in return he bought all of my drinks. A couple weeks ago, I met a lesbian who told me all about her tattoos and her sex life. Let's just say, good stories come out of bars.

3) You don't have to get up. When I drink at home, it is always such a pain to have to go back to the kitchen and make another drink or open another beer. When I sit at a bar, I literally don't have to stand up until I'm ready to leave. That's a great feeling.

4) This last reason is probably the MOST important reason why I, personally, like going to bars. No clean up! My least favorite thing is waking up after a heavy night of drinking in my apartment and seeing that my place is absolutely destroyed. I'd much rather tip someone else to do all that for me and wake up to a clean place.

1 comments:

Chris said...

Yeah, such a PAIN to stand up and trudge on over to your fridge which is...15 feet away!

February 24, 2011 at 12:45 AM  

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