I still remember my first pretend-drink.

I was at a bar and the waitress came around to take our orders. My companions ordered beers, glasses of wine. “I’ll have a club soda,” I said. Everyone turned and stared at me.
“You’re not drinking?” someone asked. My face reddened.

Next thing I knew, I was ordering another pretend-drink and then another and another. As the night wore on, my voice grew more loud, my gestures more broad, my clothes more off. Multiple club sodas later,
I was pretend-drunk yet I was still having fun.

The same thing happened at a cocktail party a week later. There I was, cocktail-less, dreading the probing questions from my peers.

I felt like running home.

Instead, I pretended. I pretended I was drunk.

That's when I realized there must be others like me,
I can't be the only pretend drinker in this great big world.

Suddenly I had an idea.

I always wanted to open a business of some kind; a restaurant or a boutique.

Why not a bar?

Not a bar that caters to singles and divorcees looking to get drunk and hook up for the night.

A bar for women on the sunny side of sixty .

A bar where patrons get drunk on fun; no alcohol needed thank you.

A  bar where no one judges you by your clothes, hairstyle, bad grooming habits?

A bar where no one complains if you tell the same joke three times in one week.

A bar where if your dentures fall out, others will help you find them, instead of hiding them and laughing behind your back.

A bar where incontinence is considered a natural consequence of aging, not a reason to label someone a social pariah.

And that my friend is how Micha's came to be.

Thank you for your patronage.
 

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