I was hanging out with my buddies last night, and we were talking about what we should do. Someone said, “Hey, let’s go grab some drinks!” and I thought, “Sure, why not?” So we all headed to our favorite bar downtown.
When we got there, the place was packed. I mean, it was wall-to-wall people. We managed to squeeze our way to the bar, and the bartender, a cool guy named Mike, asked what we wanted. Now, here’s where it got interesting. I’m not much of a drinker, but I didn’t want to be the odd one out, so I just said, “I’ll have another.”
- First round, my friend Jack ordered a beer.
- Then, Tom got himself a whiskey.
- And Sarah, she went for a fancy cocktail.
Me? I had no idea what I was doing. I just blurted out, “I’ll have another.” Mike, the bartender, looked at me funny. Probably thinking, “Another what, dude?” But he just poured me a beer. I guess he figured that was the safe bet.
We found a table and started chatting. Catching up, you know? It was fun. But every time Mike came around to ask if we needed refills, I just kept saying, “I’ll have another.” It became a running joke. My friends were teasing me, like, “What are you even drinking, man?”
To be honest, I was just going with the flow. One beer turned into two, then three. I was feeling good. Relaxed. It’s funny how a simple phrase like “I’ll have another” can turn into a whole thing. We ended up having a great night. Lots of laughs, good company. And me? I discovered that I actually kind of like beer.
Next time we go out, maybe I’ll actually know what to order. Or maybe I’ll just stick with “I’ll have another.” It’s kind of my thing now.
