Once upon a time, there was a little girl who always seemed to have jury duty. The letter would arrive in the mail and she would exclaim, "jury duty again?" and try to remember if two years had elapsed between her last summons and the current one. She was so unlucky in jury duty that she once received a summons to appear on a month-long grand jury, but she begged and pleaded her way out of that one (and is well aware that there are people out there who would love to be chosen for a grand jury, but our heroine is not one of them).
She realized that admitting how much she despised receiving jury duty made her sound like a "bad citizen" and "un-American." But she explained to all that she grew up in Washington, D.C. where she had a healthy dose of government shoved down her throat every which way she turned so she didn't feel too badly if she was scared about hearing the details of a murder trial.
This little girl was praying that when she called the summons line to see if her juror number was called, she would receive a message telling her that she was dismissed for two years. While she waited to make the phone call, she invented a fine, alcoholic drink which she named the Jury Duty.
So...vote now...will I or will I not be chosen for jury duty when I call the service line?
It has been a little under a month since we met, bitched, cried, comforted, and caught up each other on our cycles and lives. Pull up a seat and I'll pour you a drink. Let everyone know what is happening in your life. The good, the bad, the ugly. My only request is that if a story catches your eye, you follow it back to the person's blog and start reading their posts. Give some love, give some support, or laugh with someone until your drink comes out of your nose.
I have a ton of assvice in my back pocket and as a virtual bartender, I will give it to you unless you specifically tell me that this is simply a vent and you do not want to receive anything more than a hug.
So if you have been a lurker for a while (or if this is your first open bar as someone who found this space through IComLeavWe), sit down and tell us about yourself. Remember to provide a link or a way for people to continue reading your story (or if you don't have a blog--gasp!--you can always leave an email address if you're looking for advice or support. If not, people can leave messages for that person here in the comments section too). If you're a regular at the bar, I'll get out your engraved martini glass while you make yourself comfortable. And anyone new, welcome. I'm glad you found this virtual bar.
For those who have no clue what I'm talking about when I say that the bar is open, click here to catch up and then jump into the conversation back on this current post.
So have an imaginary cocktail and tell us what is up with your life.