I've Got Your Back

One of my (numerous) assignments at work is part of a team of developers. This particular team met a huge milestone, and so they threw us a shin-dig, at a local bar. Seems that every place is a bar around here. One of the guys on said team also happens to have graduated from BYU around the same time as I, and he is (in case you had any doubts) also Mormon. Woo hoo. Actually, it's kind of nice to know that there is another Mormon hanging around, just in case.

So, back to this party. We were all invited, and I was hesitant, but in the end I decided to go. When we got there someone was handing out "drink tickets." Two for each person, good for a drink under $4.50. As he was giving me mine I said, "Actually, I don't drink, so... is this good for anything?" I just wanted to make sure! My boss replied, "No. You're here, so you have to drink." The ticket-dude, on the other hand, said, "Sure. It's good for whatever."

I thanked him as I took my tickets. Three people later my fellow BYU alum says, "Yeah, actually, I'm in the same boat — I don't drink, either." Uh, thanks dude. It was kind of sweet. I think he thought that he had to say something, so I wouldn't be left hanging there — the lone non-drinker in the mix. Frankly, I didn't care, but it was cool to know that he felt obliged to let me know that he had my back.

On a side note: I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that bars have the worst orange juice in the world. To that end, my lovely sister says, "Well, duh, Gorp-y. It's not like they ever have to worry about people drinking it straight!"