A quiet pint here and there, and of delicious beer, is what I would go for in the states. For some reason, here, I'm enthralled, most likely due to my freshman surroundings, to drink what is so kindly referred to as "Tramp Juice" here in the UK. (In the states, it's equivalent would be 40's.) Drinking tramp juice, we decided to play beerpong yesterday which I was a large ambassador for. I wanted to play it, I played it, now I am here writing the lovely post about my consumption of the liquid Beerpong is named after.
I've been sulking in my own room, fermenting in shame and avoiding sudden movements. I was a game winner at the table. Dionysus was almost pleased with me, but my actions forced him to forsake me and I prayed to far different god's than he, ones who reign over white porcelain and tile floors.
It brings perspective to my eyes. I most certainly have not done this is quite some time. I am not a fan of losing food or drink I've not fully digested. Also, the fact that I made an ass of myself in front of my friends here is no small thing to me. Reminders are to stop drinking tramp juice and spend your money on things worth imbibing.
|Harry and myself. K Cider has a warming effect on me|
At any rate, thought I'd share that nugget with you.