Me on Whiskey

You sent me this. When I say I stopped everything I was doing and sat here and committed to listening and hearing the words, I did.  I closed my eyes and the tears streamed.

If you truly listen to this and hear our story – thank you.

That gesture healed me for an evening.  I fell into your trap.  I fell into loving you. Closing my eyes placing myself at the 109, late night, the bars closing down and its just us slow dancing to this….I could feel the damp familiar bar smell, I could close my eyes and be teleported to our safe space….

“Yeah, and now we’re getting all messed up
We don’t just do it ’cause we’re good at it
Yeah, we do it ’cause we find some good things happen

With me on whiskey, and you on wine
Getting Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
Yeah, it’s what we do, girl, it’s kind of our thing
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
We’re as easy as you got your drink, I got mine
But we got the same thing on our mind
I guarantee best times tend to be
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, yeah”