Why do I keep trying alcohol? I keep thinking I’m missing SOMETHING, that there’s some magic brew out there that will change my life forever. People just love it so much, and so many social events revolve around discussions on booze that there must be SOMETHING to it. I hate not knowing about what’s going on and alcohol definitely fits that category because I just can’t stand the taste.
So once again, I bought a random brew, as I’m wont to do once a month. Picked up a 6 pack of Brewhouse Brown from Real Ale. And drank half the bottle. Sorry, forced myself to drink half. The other 5 bottles sit solemnly in the refrigerator awaiting the touch of a true conniseur.
8 bucks that could have paid for my passport photos is what I see everytime I reach for the orange juice. Fail.