Did your mother fix your dad a martini when he got home from work?

No but she did remove the cap before handing him a cold beer.

If Dad had a drink after work, it was usually Scotch (gin and tonic was Mom;s preference, although that was rarer).

I did, however, mix drinks for my parents at the cottage as a fairly young child (6-8), so they could play cards uninterrupted. Consequently, I can still make a very good martini and a decent Caesar 40-odd years later.

My parents usually only drank socially, or when they went out to eat, or had a party or guests at the house.

Oh yeah and we had an older couple as neighbors, who had my folks over for drinks on Saturday nights while they watched the Lawrence Welk show.

Yes, she did.

My parents were potheads

No, they worked in the same medical practice and arrived home at pretty much the same time.

My mother would cook more though, even though she was by far the worse cook. While she did this my father would pave around listening to sports radio and unwinding.

My Mom and Dad would have a drink before dinner. My Dad would come home from work and sit in the kitchen with her, as she prepared dinner. One or the other would make a drink for them both. It depended on the time of year what the drink was...scotch (Dewars) in the colder months...a gin & tonic (Beefeaters) in the warmer months. I remember them drinking scotch sours too. And they had wine with dinner. They went to the Soviet Union in 1987. Thereafter, they switched to vodka...Stoli than Absolut.

Nope. Both my parents worked long hours.

He went to the bars after work - never home. I'm surprised he was employed.

Scotch on the rocks, the first of two, ready as he came through the breezeway from the garage. She’d nurse a Manhattan but never finish it. While wearing an apron over a nice dress. My Dad travelled a lot, so she didn’t have to do it every night.

No but my partner did - he was 13 years older than me. 5-5:30, vodka with lemon, cocktail nuts or cheese and crackers. Usually a 2nd one.

Then switch to wine for dinner. I couldn't keep up - or drink alcohol every day. It felt very 1950s.

I wish my dad drank, he’d be more interesting.

7:00? We ate by 5:30-6.

OP's on a 1950's nostalgia kick. I love it!

[quote]We ate by 5:30-6.

That's way too early for dinner.

Our start times were fluid, depending on the traffic, but 6:30 was early, 7 normal, 7:30 late.

Regardless, the drinks interval was fixed: 20 minutes to decompress AND heat something for dinner, too.

Meet your husband at the door in a see-thru negligee. No man wants to meet a 'frigid dear' in curlers and sweat pants.

My mother was prolly drinking a martini her damn self. She did have dinner ready though.

Every fucking day.

No. All he had to do was open a Pabst Blue Ribbon. Usually six of them. Every night.