Last night I went to happy hour (yes, happy hour) with three fellow ministers. One’s a Christian counselor and the other two are pastors. We try to meet twice a month.
For nearly two hours we ate buffalo wings and calamari, shared some of Austin’s best local brew, and laughed till our sides hurt. We typically ask for a table in back, not just because of the sensitive topics that might come up, but because we tend to get so rowdy that we don’t want to offend the other patrons.
I promise you, our volume and raucous behavior has nothing to do with the alcohol, as very little is consumed. Rather, it has to do with the serious nature of jobs and our need to vent accordingly.