One of the joys of tending bar is meeting the people who come in. Once a month, a group of really smart, funny women would come in for their dinner before heading to our local bookstore for a book club meeting. It seemed like such a great time that I asked if I could join. They agreed and I tagged along for the first time this month.
I had a terrible day Saturday, the kind of day that ended with floods of tears and glasses of scotch. I woke up Sunday and needed comfort. As usual, I found it in a book.
