Drinking

Drinking Remember the evening before the open mic When we went to that pizza place in the Village And bought two beers Wrapped in brown paper bags? We guzzled as we Walked city streets Carrying our precious guitars, Giggling like misbehaving schoolgirls And how about that Passover When I came to visit And all you had in the house was Manishewitz wine? The sweetest, most vile concoction! Still, we drank and laughed As though it were the finest Bordeaux You were a Merlot Ho I was a White Zinfandel aficionado We enjoyed our bottles While eating the birthday dinner You'd made in my honor Complete with chocolate cake You read to me from your journal About your trip to Nepal Later, we watched Absolutely Fabulous And I loved hearing you laugh Whenever drunken Patsy keeled over Now that you live in Atlanta I have no more than a couple of beers a year And a glass of wine is reserved For special occasions But whenever you were near I would drink you in And you always made me giddy