My fellow inebriates,
BC’s government has included booze stores on its list of essential services and it seems shoppers agree. Booze sales are up 40% since the COVID-19 crisis began.
Not only that—buying patterns have changed.
Bigger is better these days.
Fortunately there’s plenty of booze on the shelves, so we’re not seeing toilet-paper-style fights. But there’s a slight air of panic in my local booze store as we customers position ourselves two metres apart and transact through a plexiglass shield. No wonder we feel like drinking.
I’ve been thinking a lot about lost opportunities. Kind of like this bear cub here going into a liquor store—and heading for the CANDY.
I assure you, my fellow inebriates, if I ever get a chance to enter a liquor store, I will head for the single malt scotch.
This little bear cub could use a mentor.
My Fellow Inebriates,
The last year at LBHQ has been like a country music song. My blog has deteriorated to a shadow of its former, pester-you-daily self, and our drinking has indeed subsided to the dull roar my parents had threatened it would. About a hundred beanie boos, including a frighteningly large owl, have invaded the house, leaving no quarter for bears. All our household electronics are on the fritz, including the entertainment room projector, and our inability to zone out in front of an action movie has turned my friend Scarybear (being at loose ends) into more of a threat than usual. And to top it off, Facebook deactivated my account because—get this—I’m not real.
Sometimes I stare into space all day; sometimes I collapse into a little crumpled, furry ball.
Which makes Valentine’s Day downright unwelcome, my fellow inebriates. Especially given that my girlfriend Dolly says I may never refer to her as that, even in the past tense. And so, for all my fellow misfits who have no liquor and no snuggles (again), here are a few pictures.