We all have that core group of friends, those people you can count on no matter what. Those friends who will help you when you need it, kick you in the pants, tell you the truth, or help hide the body. I am so very lucky to have such a wonderful group around me. And this group of friends, who are my heart, meet out every so often. And when we do, we call ourselves the Dive Bar Drinking Club, or DBDC for short.
We call ourselves that because we meet at a dive bar, where you get cheap beer and appitizers. We play trivia, tell tall tales, laugh, joke, catch up and play the “Penis Movie Game,” which consists of substituting a word in the title with the word Penis: Raiders of the Lost Penis, Gone with the Penis, Twi-penis, Harry Penis, A Penis Runs Through It, Silver Penis’s Playbook…
We are a great mixed back of people – some creative, some techie, some nerdie, some crazy, all fun. SOme work in sales, or marketing, or IT, or writing, or medicine, ar for the city or for themsleves. At any given time one or more of us may be looking for a job, a car, a new lover, a house, appartment or new hair color. But everyone has a good time, enjoys the laughs and fellowship, funny stories and festive atmosphere.
Tonight was my sisters first time at the DBDC, and she had a blast, this group opening up it’s big cheap beer soaked arms to say “Welcome! Have a cheap beer!” She laughed and talked, made some business connections, made some new friends. The good kind, the kind that will still be there when everyone else walks away.
And where would we be without such friends? They celebrate with us, laugh with us…and sometimes at us, they cry with us, drink with us, watch sports and do silly things with us. And they make a life with us. They make memories with us. It’s these people with whom the best stories start with “Remember that time…?” They keep our secrets, share our hopes and dreams, keep us on a straight line…or at least walk with us on the crooked one.
No man is an island.
And so it goes, my wonderful friends, who love to go to local dive bars. It is times like these that make a life well lived. It is times like these when memories are made.