I am aware I whine a bit about being the only person not drinking. In a bar, at a party, at a wedding, on a boat – sometimes I feel like Dr. Seuss. I do not drink it, Mare I am. But I am also ready to stand up and shout when I experience the wonders of recovery.
Coffee Bar Chanteuse…
Flint gets a bad rap. I was there last night to see my friend Annie sing in a bar. It was a bit disorienting, because I was in the heart of downtown and it was cool and artsy and sophisticated. Nothing you read about in the news. Carrie and I found the venue, Good Beans Café on a Flint backstreet, nestled among partially gentrified storefronts and green space. It was housed in a turn of the century building, with a-rose-in-Spanish-Harlem sort of cutting garden skirting the periphery.
We were in a bar, so I ignored the name and assumed it would be another setting where I was the odd woman out. I sidled up to the barkeep to order a gassy water. Low and behold, in place of the usual top shelf no-nos, there was an array of herbal tea options and coffee flavorings with pumps. What?
In the three years I have been in recovery, I have never been to a late night coffee bar. Even after all I have read about dry pubs in London, non-alcoholic dance clubs and college town poetry-slams at dry bars. What a revelation!
It was a great night. I was buzzed on too much caffeine and Annie’s talent. She was in her element. A smoky voiced chanteuse, doing “Mack the Knife” old school. And I was in my element. Great entertainment, good friends and art hung salon style on cracked plaster walls.
And no alcohol to tiptoe around.
Odd woman in…
Today I’m not drinking because I am exploring the late night, alcohol-free options…
How come you’re not drinking?