On Fridays as teachers get off the bus there are usually a handful who ask, “Hooley’s?” This is the Irish Bar around the counter from our stop. I have almost always said, “yes please” in the past. I love happy hours because I like to go to bed early. Happy Hours have the potential to be “safe” drinking, you know, a few beers, then people break up for dinner plans or other activities. Normal. But they also can go for hours too and turn into a night of long drinking while forgetting to eat dinner. No more!
Instead of going to Hooley’s with Husband and a group, I announced its “Foot Massage Friday” and said I was doing that instead. With a nice title like that who can argue? It sounds like an official event. And the massage parlor is one block the opposite direction of Hooley’s. Easy to get to and I don’t have to pass the bar with friends who would lure me in.
This foot massage is not in a fancy place, but it is such a nice treat. When you arrive, they soak your feet in tea (a China thing?) and have you sit on the foot rest so they can give you a back and neck massage while your feet soak. After about 20 minutes they have you scoot around back into the giant lazy boy and then massage your feet calves and shins for the next 40 minutes. I think I fell slept for a bit. This whole beer substitute hour? $15. Cheaper than 2 IPAs at Hooley’s. At $15 an hour, I can afford this to be a weekly treat. I don’t have a shopping ban on experiences, only things!
I’m tucked into bed after a better day at work. After passing by an old Friday tradition. After a Foot Massage Friday. After winning the stare down with the corked bottle of red wine on the counter.
-Drinking: A Love Story by Caroline Knapp -Almost Alcoholic by Joseph Nowinski and Robert Doyle -After the Tears: Helping Adult Children of Alcoholics Heal Their Childhood by Jane Middelton-Moz and Lorie Dwinell