Beverage Not Pictured And That’s Okay

Yesterday was my birthday, spent in Boston. I walked into a venerable bar, an institution of the town. I did not have time to sit and have a thousand birthday drinks, so I decided I would have one, sublime and perfect, at the most ancient and lovely place that would not need a reservation.

I was nervous that my money would not green or I would never get the attention of the bartender but we sat down at this place in all its old world glory and ordered drinks. I could have named the place, photographed the drink but in the moment, I decided not to.

It was not just the taste but the knowledge these drinks( pricy as they were with a tip befitting the absolute artisan that made them) were paid for by a book that paid out its advance. I have good friends, a home, a partner that loves me, proof nice things don’t elude me in life.

So with another year behind me, I took a daytook to commit to nice things in all of their manifestations. Thinking of this drink makes me cry and I tell myself that next year, I shall order a second at the very same place. I have for years looked in the mirror and saw only failure. How can that be?

I have good friends, a partner that loves me, a career that is growing, a mind that is knitting back together thanks to intense therapy. I can photograph the next nice drink instead.