End of the Year Drinks With Nick

Nick and I caught up for Xmas drinks.

“Do you want a beer?” I asked.

“Oh, Josh, do you always have to be so… so… pedestrian?”

“What?”

“It is Xmas, live a little,” said Nick. “Let’s have Pina Coladas…”

“Really?”

“Grasshoppers?”

“Who’s being pedestrian?”

“Margaritas?”

“Yes, Okay.”

Nick clicked his fingers in the air. “Two margaritas’ to table two?”

“How do you know this is table two?”

“Just get the drinks and quit the back chat.”

I headed to the bar.



“So how would you sum up the year?”

“The year the great Josh Grant lost his mojo.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“We’re both single, aren’t we?”

“I guess?”

“Well, this is the first Xmas I have known that we are both single.” He slugged down some drink. “Or more to the point, that you are single.”

“Whatever,” I said. It was always a competition with Nick. “What has the year meant to you?”

“Oh, you know, same shit, different year,” said Nick.

We both sipped our margaritas.