Ian Moss shares, as a parenthetical, this cute story:
Among my more brilliant ideas was to advertise that there would be no alcohol provided at my twenty-first birthday party. One person showed up.
As someone who doesn't drink, I do have to point out that it is strange how deeply, deeply indebted independent arts are to alcohol in all its sundry forms. Seriously, where the hell would we be without selling people liquor, and then trying to squeeze more money out of them when they're drunk. People are far more willing to pay $10 on drinks for an evening than to out-right donate $10 to a company...
Anyways, it puts me in that odd position of being someone who doesn't drink hawking beers and vodkas and wines at people. How very strange.
