It's been a good while since I last put my foot on these alleys, let alone this particular pub, but ho boy I missed it a good bunch despite that -- I'll have a nice, big cup of coffee mixed with oat milk & Bailey's Irish Cream dear bartender, thank you.
Not the best choice of drink at this hour in the night, perhaps, but who cares really? I've got a neat little saving of small things to celebrate in life, and the oat milk balances out the caffeine and the alcohol, so even if my sleep may be restless tonight it's worth taking the risk,
To celebrate the small things in life,
To celebrate my acceptance to the animation school,
The potty training of my 5 to 6 months old puppy coming to fruition,
The pleasant interaction with a friend whom we've experienced some bitter situations with in the past, fault was all mine in that,
All the pleasant people in my life, all of whom I'm super grateful for,
My households first attempt at making pickles with the recipe given to us by our grandma, because you can't really find any good pickles on the market shelves here in this small country in the Iberian Peninsula,
The fascinating weirdness of my neurodivergent mind, and all the beauty I find within myself, my ability to love myself,
And of course, to celebrate a milestone in my life in which I finally matured enough to see the beauty in the small things in my life, for I'm not choosing to stay in my mental man cave in which I dwell in the echo chamber of misery I built for myself,
A nice, big ol' cup of coffee to celebrate the small things in life, for they seem bigger and merrier when you list them all out like that :)
(Quick Note: the minimum age for alcohol consumption in my country is 16 under adult supervision, and I'm not condoning underage drinking)
I've always had a fascination with back alleys, especially as a teenager. I'd always wonder what would be hiding in them next, what secrets they held, and if there were any passageways that would lead to an underground party bar. I'm unsure why they fascinated me, but the fact they did was enough to get me to explore them. To this day I find myself intrigued when I think, "what's in the back alley this time?"