This is week 4 (and last – see note below) of Sonya’s challenge to spend the next 8 weeks hitting a bar on her own, something she’s never done before because she’s always been afraid of what people think of her. The style of these pieces is very personal, basically like a personal email to me….complete with some good old, heavy Australian slang…so it’s a travel, cultural and lifestyle piece of sorts. Read here for the introduction. Please comment below…your thoughts are encouraging.
Now I am really making the most of this little challenge! I’m at The Local, my local.
It’s been a hard day, a damn hard week actually – you know those weeks that are just so emotionally and physically challenging. I needed a drink.
So on my way home I knew I was either going to go straight home and put the fire on and enjoy a heavy glass of red wine or head out. Head out I did.
I drive past the Middle Park every night so instead of driving past I parked my car, took off my seat belt, put my seat belt back on and drove away.
What was I thinking? This is where my friends met for a drink. There is a huge chance I would bump into someone and how awkward would that be (after speaking to 3 friends later that night I asked what they would think if they walked into a bar and saw me drinking on my own – 2 said they would think ‘wish I would do that’ and the other said she would think ‘I wish I had that sort of courage’ – sound familiar Lyn?)
So I drove to The Local, grabbed a bar stool and ordered a Rymill Cabernet Merlot from Coonawarra. Very cool bar actually and I can’t believe we didn’t go there when you were visiting. It’s literally around the corner from my house and specializes in beer, hence the bar staff wear t-shirts ‘Life Beer In It’ (sorry for any non Australian reading this as this just won’t make sense)
When I first arrived the bar was quite empty but no more than half way through my glass of wine, and it was packed. A 6’5″ transvestite walked in and ordered some beer shots and the woman next to me with a baby said to the bar man ‘I really feel like nuts’ (get in line love – you clearly had some about 12 months ago). There were also 3 girls finally giving me the once over and suddenly I felt really international. If I ordered another wine I’m sure I would have asked with an accent, French probably.
Hey, I spoke to Claire tonight and she is going to start OBST.
Lets get the masses into this.
I didn’t linger as I loved the one wine and wanted to leave it at this. I really enjoyed the drink. We are getting there love.
Love you girl.
Sadly, Sonya had to make this her last OBST due to travel and work obligations. She did assure me that she feels completely comfortable now having a drink on her own at any bar she wants to stop into. Her fear of what other’s would think of her has been erased, she just doesn’t care! I’d love to hear below what thoughts this triggered for you. Do you fear sitting on your own in a public place? What comes up around that? Could you do your own challenge?