Beer: 5; Dieter: 0 (x_x)

The last few months have been one busy thing after another.  In fact, there have been so many that I've lost track of everything beyond the weekend just past.

I've been having quite a lot of beer talong with these busy weekends and I have to say that I will be avoiding it as much as possible for the next while.  Last night was the final decider for me:  my little brother gets home and he says he feels we chould go out for a drink or two together.  I'm giving up on my social awkwardness as much as I can, so I said it sounds good.  I just washed and changed my pants - jammies and Table View seafront don't mix all that well.

We get to Marine Circle, go around the corner and decide to try out Pakalolo - it's a really nice little place that stretches along the front of the building it's in.  Quite a cookie-cutter-people place, but REALLY nice.  So Cammy gets us beer and a shot (mine was, naturally, something sweet and caramelly) and we migrate to a table in the larger part of the bar.  We plonk our derrieres down and start discussing, over the loud music (which no self-respecting bar is without), the tourist group behind me, girls (for him) and boys (for me).

I do not remember much.

I had my bottle of Castle, then he sent me to get us each a draught.  Carling Black Label, which compared to the Castle was rather flat.  I sit down again and realise by this time that I'm having trouble staying serious - total plus for me!  I have my draught, finish Cammy's (since he drove) and we think, t
let's have one more drink - elsewhere.  We thus toddle off to Monty's, another beachsront bar, not too much down the road from Pakalolo.

All I really remember from Monty's, besides being a REALLY nice spot, is that I reconnected with an acquaintance from Canal Walk (It took both of us a while to recognise each other - we both look different from the last time we saw each other), the barman only works the bar part-time (the rest of the time he's a rep for some or other alcies company) and the tour guide, Zenni.

This is where the beer starting gaining its points.  We were short the last R 6 for the beers, which the barman graceously sponsored us.  Then it hit me like a ton of bricks right between the eyes.  When we got home, I tried to k@k Zan out for still being up at 11.30 (but she was studying and didn't write today).  I got to bed and suddenly it's 12.36 and the beer made run to the Porcelain Throne a few times.

Thus:  NO MORE BEER FOR A LONG WHILE!!