Reading and drinking

I am sitting on a couch in my basement reading quietly with no media on. A bottle of Pinot Noir accompanies me. I was supposed to meet my fellow warriors post-match at the local pub but the blonde woman did not get home until very late. But I'm good. I make the best. I really wanted to drink with the boys. Converse. But I'm happy to drink too with my books. Can books be friends? Buddies? Why not? They are friends - and if they are books with... something great about them... they are drink, too. You know, you talk about friends, I have to say also that this mobile device I carry around with me - is a great friend too. It is always there for me - when I need to talk, to "write". Whatever. I guess, what I write others might read. In that way, am I then making "friends" for other people? Maybe so, maybe so - especially if my writing might occassionally contain a drop of "drink". Friendships are more readily forged that way - through reciprocating "drink". Whoops. Distracted. Back to my Pinot. And my book. My friends.