I'll drink alone all night as long as I have a seat at the bar — as long as I can bullshit with the bartender and other patrons, practically reach my next drink before it's even poured. But put me at a table or booth removed from the alcohol IV and suddenly I'm back in middle school, entering a crowded lunchroom by myself, scanning the room for someone I know, convinced that everyone else is noticing how awkward and... More >>>