Two years ago and for many different reasons, I gave up the grog. It was never a big deal for me, and if I'm being honest, I wish I had done it sooner. I never reached a point where drinking caused me real trouble, but in the end taking the trouble to drink never had a point to me. So, for the better part of two years I have gone with slim to no booze. I had a half a beer on XL's 31st birthday and I had a shot at our 10 year reunion, but that's about all.
At the Footy last weekend I had just about a whole Carlton Draught but that was all. But last night Inky and I met up with a person she has been in touch with here in Melbourne and she wanted to go to a bar down on Swanston St. So, I had a beer. Then, I had another. Inky put away three but I called it quits after two. I figure, when in Australia do as the Australians do. (Veronica: "It's a saying." Ron: "Really? I've never heard of it.")
It's Friday morning here in St. Kilda, and while Inky and I digest breakfast and do a bit of web surfing, we know we have another footy game ahead of us. I think I'll have a beer again at the MCG tonight, because that would seem the thing to drink along with my meat pie. I know if I went to Green Bay to see a Packers game, I would have a beer with my bratwurst, so, you know... when in Melbourne...