tetris

I get that to some degree. Due to corona followed by corona-effects, I missed my usual yearly January foray onto the mountains to feel the powder, twice in a row.

In that time I thought, "well, that's a skill I won't get back", and when a friend asked me to go recently, this doubt gnawed at the back of my mind.

On the actual day though, it was smooth sailing. It was like I never left. Like slipping back into your native childhood accent in your home town, after being gone for what seems like a lifetime.

inquiry

The smart-ass in me requires my saying the following:

"Bartender! A Corona for tetris and I!"

tetris

A decent beer at a very decent price (these days!)

inquiry

> A decent beer at a very decent price (these days!)

Indeed.

I've grown hesitant of drink in general of late, though.

Which has only happened endless times over the course of my far-too-infrequently-benefits-meet-da-costs servitude to the Deity of Imbibe, of course.

(NOTE: 'servitude' was originally 'servitute', but I can now see re-spelled as 'servitoot' to indicate a sort of worship to such a deity - especially the next day, iykwim....)

I just plain like it too much. And it's not even necessarily the effect. I just love all kinds of beverage++. Love "devil may care" of repeatedly downing shots whose size pretty much always dwarf what one could get in exchange for money in public. A sort of double middle finger to the Murphy's-Law-centric world I keep waking up to: you know, the one in which at best people will pontificate about incomparable joy of online community, but never really pick of the contributory pace its being a perpetual reality requires.

(Ooops... back on the wrong kind of

LAM

again... ay yi yi....)

(I must admit, the absence of inline links still seems a tragic undersight to me.)

tetris

I've never been much of a drinker, though I do enjoy a nice pils. In highschool and uni, I'd be the one puking my guts out or just plain not being able to do the drinking games, which always placed me into the category of "satellite friend" in the group, just orbiting the main group who could always party harder.

As I got older and met this group less and less frequently, I came to the conclusion that I'm not a "lad", and don't indulge in "laddish" behaviour, or do the "lads on tour" thing when abroad. This is a good thing, since I tend to find that these groups soak in nothing of the culture and nature around them, and are happy to defecate/urinate anywhere they want and write off such behaviour as "Friday night shenanigans"/"Boys will be boys".

I still meet with this group, who have definitely calmed down since their teenage years, but I no longer pretend to try to care to keep up with their drinking habits. I'll have my two pints, get a nice little buzz, and then call it a night.

inquiry

> I still meet with this group, who have
> definitelycalmed down since their teenage years,
> but I nolonger pretend to try to care to keep up
> with theirdrinking habits. I'll have my two pints,
> get a nicelittle buzz, and then call it a night.

I dare say it's taking me the better part of four decades to rise to that enlightened position of imbibe.

I did have literally seven years off after a particularly bad hangover. But then my brother turning a milestone age brought me back in his "honor", i.e. consumption ability/reputation.

But lately I've been mostly able to stick to a couple glasses of wine or less.

Beer's a different animal for me, though, as carbonated alcoholic beverages somehow hit me at least twice as hard as their less bubblicious counterparts. Plus, I vastly prefer beer to wine, which of course also "heavies the foot" on the glasses per hour pedal.

tetris

On the topic of glasses per hour, I was just gifted an impressive coffee machine for my home. As a severely recovering caffeine-addict, I have mixed feelings about this.