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In a word- Beer.
Now if you are lucky, you have seen the episode
of Blackadder II entitled Beer. It was not shown on PBS, but is on
the video. Think back on that episode if you have seen it. If not,
just try to remember
the last time you over
indulged. If you are under 21, just use your
imagination, because if you
remember the last time you drunk, YOU
ARE WRONG. (Little public service message there.) Okay, are we
all remembering, or imagining being a little tipsy? Good. Now
think back on the last show you went to. Did you combine the two? Was it a horrible experience? It was for me, and thus we reach the
point.
Now, I truly enjoy beer. There Is not much I'd rather do then
have a pint of Newkie, snake-bite, or Guinness with the lads. But when it goes
overboard, you miss really good stuff. See, that's the
kicker. You miss really good stuff.
Like
the Slackers and Hepcat. I was really looking forward to
seeing that show. I got the tickets in advance, arranged to meet a
few friends, got my suit cleaned, even got a new shirt; the whole
works. And what does the Bluebird do to me? Run a great drink
special on $2.00 pints of a nice brew called Black Dog. Nice
porter, if you're interested. Not one to pass up a great deal, I
commenced to not pass up a great deal.
I left the Bluebird vaguely remembering the
show. I had spilled this
great
beer all over my new shirt. I talked off my
friends, until they wanted to
kick me. I spent all my money. There was no
way I could write a review
of a show I could hardly recall, and I knew
that in the morning I would
not only be annoyed at missing out, but would
be in a very sad state. All
because of beer. Oh I still love it, always
have, always will, but at
what cost? Yeah, like that's going to stop me next time.
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