2020 was a dastardly year for the club scene in America. The COVID-19 pandemic shuttered many of our most iconic bars and nightclubs for good. It’s a sad reality, but it’s the reality we all face. Millions of club-clad millennials, weekend warriors, daydrinkers, sports gamblers, and social seekers were forced to their couches. Confined to their living rooms. Gone were the days of bleary-eyed Monday mornings, and “just one beer” Thursdays that too often tempted fate. The sticky solo cups that cluttered kitchen countertops were reluctantly replaced with dual monitors, and clumsy Jabra headsets. Pre-game photo walls were reduced to zoom backdrops. Bar tab regret became uber-eats expenditure fret. Late nights gone, Netflix on. Clubs are dead, 2020 their solemn graveyard.
There is one club, however, that flourished amidst the chaos. There is one club that seized 2020 by its intellectual balls and prospered above all others. One club, that yanked misbegotten partiers from their television screens and provided social sanctuary. A club hellbent on recovering the billions of brain-cells withered by years of $19 cocktails and dingey domestic drafts – The Good Librations Book Club.
A club for drinkers to read, and readers to drink. For new years resolutioners, the academically inclined, the “just wanna drink wines,” the intellectuals, and the hyper-sexuals to gather round. Night clubs departed, book clubs have started. Come one, come all. Grab a book, and pour ‘em tall.
