It is 11:15 PM on a Saturday night. I am sitting in my parents living room drinking sleepytime tea (a simply delightful blend of chamomile, spearmint, west indian lemongrass, tilia flowers, blackberry leaves, orange blossoms, hawthorn, and rosebuds). I spent 30-45 minutes texting and calling a few different friends of mine in an attempt to socialize and maybe have some (He pauses briefly to search his mind for a word he used to be more familiar with)... fun. Much to my dismay (but in no way to his surprise) I quickly discovered that everyone I communicated with was either busy, going to bed, or getting drunk (the latter of which he has an ever-increasing desire to do). Now, here's the deal, I really like beer, but I'm only 20 years old. Fortunately, I spend the majority of my year in Alberta, Canada where the drinking age is 18. In a month and a few days I'll be returning there, and by the time I come back home next summer I will be 21. I only mention this here as necessary context for an appropriate understanding of the issue at hand. The issue today is not girls or money, school or my future. It is a question of investment. Should I be spending my evening writing this intriguing (intriguing in a way that he can't quite place, and for reasons that he doesn't even realize) script, or should I grab one of my Dad's O'douls and watch some TV?
Now, perhaps, you are beginning to understand my dilemma. I have to
decide what to drink (not to mention what to eat to go perfectly with
that drink). You see, in order to have the best summer possible, I need
to have the best experiences, and everyone knows that the most
important part of an experience is what you are drinking (and the most
important part of what you are drinking is what you are eating to
compliment that drink). The point is, I have recently become someone
who can appreciate fine drinks. And I must say, Oregon is a great place
for it.
Still, I think I'll be glad to be back in the North soon. Though I suppose they won't let me sleep in 'til noon everyday. Nor will they have landscaping work for me to do...
Life goes on.
"You may be my Uncle Sam,
but you cannot tell me who I am..."
-Sam Schnake-
1 comments:
Oh summer. :) Gotta love it. I have to admit that while I'm 21 I'd rather drink (on the rare occasion that I do) in Canada, as well. The only people I know that drink in my hometown drink a bit too much for me to be comfortable with. But in good ol' Canada...and with the right people...it's not that bad!
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